Her hands open in air,
Her clay in dance of flames,
Light dwells beside her,
In search of a new frontier.

Her heart stirs,
Over faded sparks of time,
Her soul knows,
What is about to come.

A breeze of awakening yearns,
to lighten up the darkened nights of sky.

Her clay still linger on earth,
Soul is no longer from here.

It is time,
Beyond pilgrims of love and faith,
her soul sculptures in air,
Celebrates rising of Phoenix from the ashes of her clay.

Ocean of longing tantalizes her soul,
no sign of waves.

Her heart knows,
Freedom comes
After her final dance in flames.

She is burnt and freed
Now, the Mighty beloved returns.

© Serena Devi, Jan 2010, Thornhill Canada

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