A dragon leans against a brick wall, tapping his feet
Sounding like an entire Jazz Band
Wanting a better world...for the world
Taking the last highway for the cross
Compassion flows forth like submittal
Art pained energetically by a Buddhist
Sustained by a wild affectionate glance
I am still burning from this energy,
Oh the power of fire!
Lucid blood-shot eyes guarding mythology
Can you see unicorns with their golden hoofs?
Dragons can, you know!
Together they lead the sun out to smile.
An embodiment of elevated thought.
Raining in cats and dogs
Joining hands forming a one-man band.
Resurrecting the outer, transient and perishable world
Inwardly
Fused with sensual meaning and truth
Counting them one by one, placing them in rows
Not exactly in line, by reason of tradition.
And as for the dragon, he's working in a soup kitchen
Doing just what he came to do
Still tapping his feet, but to his delight, to a much different tune.

This song was inspired after reading ol fokelores of how dragons were considered kind and caring amoung the ancients...this dragon is particularly a sacred one.....hope you enjoy
Thank you for reading

By Lee J. 2003