As we see her, slowly struggling, fighting through the ashes
As the full grown daughter leaves the nest of fire
We see at once the bird of flame is able to see through her pride
We watch the bird raise her head, and gaze into untarnished Truth
We quaver at her power to accept things as they are,
to be able to accept the unacceptable.
She looks straight at us, revealing memories, 
simple sights, sounds, and no emotion
She is the embodiment of Justice, devoid of any feeling,
yet she is that in which we put our faith.
She cannot express herself in ways we understand,
not we who understand not the feeling to be reborn through death,
younger, stronger, smarter, and more abstract.
She is a dream, a thought, a theory, or idea
she exists not physically but all can find her if they try
She is trapped behind a primitive door,
the one behind which we lock instinct, and primal fear
She treads in those dark waters,
illuminating the cavern of the unexplored with her brilliance
She understands not why she is not let out,
but realizes it is up to others to decide
She comes when called, rare as those times may be.
She looks forward to the ray of sunshine to fuel her now tired body,
and moonlight to fuel her tired mind.
When she is in control, she experiences things not felt before…
Specifically, a yearning.
For what, she is not sure, yet she has begun to learn
She questions her feelings closely as they are such as she has never felt before.
A light melancholy, a dreariness of despair.
A loneliness in the pit of her soul.
Even as she thinks this, she questions the meaning.
Can a being such as her have a soul?  Feel compassion?
The answers to these questions I do not know,
and even as I realize she is there,
I feel her sink back into the inner recesses of my mind,
her job done, her body restored, her mind confused.
For once, I feel a silver binding between myself,
and the part of me society has forever locked away.
Neither feel quite so alone.
The luminescence of the Phoenix has been said to shine in my eyes,
and her ancient knowledge flows through my fingers.
The more she teaches me, the less I seem to know.
Her perception of life astounds me,
but each time we meet, we are both changed by the encounter.
The end result of life has come to show us the way,
but got stranded on her path.
I only hope she never learns fear.