A SINGLE FLAIR

A single flair
of a kaleidoscope in exploding mirages
arises like a Phoenix
from the emotional ash heap
filled with the resilient and fiery fangs
so piercing of my veil of thoughts and lucidity.
Between the marauding demons
and corruptive winds of dark anger,
one soothing voice of light will sing,
bringing a pure, throbbing moment of revival
to the poignant chaos and storms.
It rains faith’s drops
upon my wakefulness
soaking that devouring shadowy domain
until some seed of hope sprouts
jubilant with promise,
touching my weary and sullen orbs
with a new intense vision
for gazing at the unanswerable
tombs of doubt.