Jaden Massaro, Firebird

JADEN MASSARO

Here’s to everyone who keeps their dream Like a bird in a cage. The midnight oil, a beam of light on the page; The broken romantics, the gentle fighters, The blinded painters, and quiet writers.

Raise a glass and chase the flame, Sometimes a wildfire, a spark, a game. And when you burn your hand as you set the flame, When the smoke curls up and the ashes proclaim:

“Light has to fight, dark is already there.” Remember the Firebird, ashes before air. Isn’t that all we can do? Light a candle so low and hot that it’s blue?