~Burn Dragon~
Breathe your fire
Dragon
Burn the villages of they
That would smite you,
They that would
Bait your magic
For sport.
Lay waste to the defilers,
Wreaking havoc of the
Quiet solitude of nature,
The wisp of wing on wind,
A scurry of fearful flight
From man.
I see why your cauldron burns
Boiling rapid liquid fire
Molton to your heart’s core
In rage
At yet one more page
In a very long book
Of man’s lies.
While the mystic dies,
And the wizard laments
At not enough winters left
To make a solid dent
In the poison that
Festers over into kin
That fall sick with greed
And start it all over again;
Just a babe to a man,
A man to a destroyer,
Of nature,
Of water,
Of beaches,
And mire,
Of caves,
And mountains,
And lakes,
And rivers.
Who burn oil and rubber
And lay waste to the wisdom
Of trees,
And the morality of stone,
The breath of the fire
And the cleansing of water,
The knowledge and wisdom
That lives in our bones.
And your tears dear dragon,
Have turned to crystal
In all the years you have wept
At watching one more
Jealous heart murder
And leave nothing left.
The pain of the ground
Weeping only red,
Sheep screaming,
And wolves howling
Deep into the night,
Sorrow,
Suffering, and
Death.
So, burn dragon.
Light the fire within
And teach me how
To lift my noble chin.
Teach me how to rise
Above the man and the sin.
Help me to see the magic
Mystery, and wisdom
That still lives
In the breath of fire
On the wind,
In the wisp of each cat tail,
And the tickle of
Dragon fly wings
And within
My own skin.
Help me to remember
The feel of childish things.
Help me to see the wisdom
In trees, the history in stone,
The years made clear
From heavens tears
And help me see the me
In every being that surrounds; and
Every man.
Help us to see that
Together we can
Rise to save the beast,
Not to slay
For victory or power.
And help me live fully
For myself and for others.
Help me to save every bee
Fig and bush,
Help my liquid fire
Seal this wish;
May my hands always build
Where others have stripped away,
May my heart always beat harder
For every animal in harms way,
May my hurt not keep me
From ever and always loving,
May my feet keep me dancing
In unison with heaven,
And may my nimble fingers playing
Music on string
Give rise to the lift,
Like that of the dove’s wings.
And may every heart fly
With purpose and heat,
To heal all the wounds
Wherever they may be;
Of this world,
Of the next,
Of the last and,
Of the many.
-Angel Marie Russell
