Bleeding and broken,
A jade bird falls south.
In its eyes blinks
The light of hope,
But the glare winks out
As the eyes close
And the bird collides
And shatters upon
The hard surface of reality.
Perhaps the bird
May one day rise again
Like a phoenix,
But until then,
All that we shall ever
See of it are
The glints of light
Reflected rarely off
Its shattered self.