Phoenix reborn

This new person I am Ghost like and vague Should be brighter than the sun And With gusts held aloft So this sinking falling feeling Is it descent or drop And should I reexamine My flight plan The sky is open It may no longer be mine to claim The wind only a fair weather friend Instead I'm scattered, lost Ahead is that a temple? Should I consult an oracle? Isn't that what ghosts do? Isnt that where they roam? The ground is no closer. The fear still holding. There is a flicker in the corner of my eye. Clouded Reflections of my fire....