He exits my soul!

Performing his ablutions, my world disappears.

Now with the wind to my back, I feel myself rising.
In a cognitive state, I am ridden with black dust.
As I try to preen the dust, we adjoin.
The fog begins to lift.
With ice in my veins, I am reborn!
My wings no longer a symbol purity,
now tipped with the ash of my fiery heart,
a phoenix has risen!
Tomorrow is mine!