Poetry in my soul.

While "the eyes are the windows to the soul" is widely accepted, I truly believe that poetry is a window into mine.

“Set the world on fire,” he said.
So I did.
I lit the match,
and watched the grasses
catch their last breaths
as the flames
ate away at them.
And I smiled.
I smiled, at what I had done.
I danced in the
ashes of what had been.
I became the glorious Phoenix
on wings of gold
soaring high.

© Kaycee Looney 7/15/00