Phoenix

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

if your heart is a dragon still sleeping in stasis, then mine is a phoenix, always aflame while trying to burn slowly with patience. paradoxes keep firm the moment, unable to hold while never letting go, such is a state of one who's sight only Forward knows.

any time my Rabb throws me for a loop, sending me to learn a lesson of priceless truth, i may turn to ash from the cost of what is about to pass, but i can never fear from dust my rebirth, it was after all what i began as, being made of earth. 

thus lived and died, can't tell how many times, but each time i rise it simply reminds, like the cherry on cake is confection, how these tests are just the icing, on a treat scarcely fathomed. wings grown stronger with each passing, by gale force winds upward blown, scattering all the former pain, surging towards my Hope.

dragons hate the cold and love the heat, so it is the phoenix stays always Lit, for the sleepy one to remain awakened, and so echoes in sync their rhythmic beat.