Inferno in Isolation

All these years
Loving the flame
Waiting for the burn
Too fierce to name
To bloom the rose
Instead of curl the leaves
Into ash and bad goodbyes
The phoenix in me
Curved beak, bird of prey
Knows there is no mate
For the untamable soul
Whose burning fate

Is witnessed by all
Harnessed by few
Shared by none

But the flame is an inextinguishable gift.