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Phoenix in the Garden words by Bob MacKenzie music by R. J. Nesbitt Phoenix in the garden with an apple, Water glass, Pandora's box, and wind, Burn me in your flame and I will burn you, Candle in the night, aflame, aflame! I have held your heart in forest dapple, Watching flames devour the golden find; Icarus was no such moth as turns to summer fire to burn and so to maim! Phoenix, am I Icarus, so entwined, Burning and plummetting now, urn to Bear your ashes and wait more of the same After festive times when I have dined, Eaten Phoenix in the garden, learned to Enter in the forest's golden game? published: Alberta Poetry Yearbook, 1973 Tweed [Australia], 1974 | ||
all songs are copyright © R. D. MacKenzie and his co-writers (SOCAN) | |
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