Crisses | Arisen through the mists

Aliessa 12/23/02

Arisen through the mists, a half a lifetime away,
Though the dawn light shreds the dark,
I cannot see you.
The vague silhouette paints the gloom,
Housed within an eerie glowing --
A familiar voice calls out my name.

I rise again from the ashes of myself, having taken up 
                  the carbon-dated remains of so long ago,
In this moment given life to someone I thought long dead.
Myself,
Neither resurrected nor reborn, in the waxing glow.

Is the light from the moon or the sun, I wonder,
But the light will not tell me as it grows,
Nor does it matter, just matters that I am lit,
That match to the tail of the phoenix reincarnation of 
              that former self I was but a moment ago.