The time will be remembered
Past and present it seems
When the fiery dragon was faced
In a theatre of dreams
A glimpse was caught of time
Passing by that night
Of a universe unfolding
Essence, form and light
The dragon showered knowledge
Across the void of time
Multiplicity of worded thought
The poet now had rhyme
For poetry is spiritual
From higher realms sent out
To charge a fire in the breast
Of the agnostic and devout
So fill all hearts and minds
Yes the dragon is a charm
Respect, the spectrum of life
Cherish, cause no harm
Universal is the poet
Having no race or creed
A tempered soul devoted
To a restful spirit freed. |  |
