Tale of Mercy

from days gone by I am awakening
with sight reborn, with purpose felt anew
a creature formed by hands of mercy
a phoenix child flying on molten wings
from ashes cold
our love will arise
a tale once told
the drifting shreds of lives lost within
the spreading dark, no light to call them home
I touch your face with hands of mercy
an angel child who never found her wings

take one for love, and another for loss
and so to shape the feathers of your wings
I touch with care, with hands of mercy
your soaring form, that found its way to me