~*~
Your dragon Magicke went pressing through the fabrics of thyme
Scaled walls built by fear
Burnt by wine
Your dragon Magicke
crossed oceans of sadness, my dear
To make things Divine again
Thank you, beloved
for the listening ear
For the Deepest heart
For the spirit song all made of sacred smoke
of Green light
and Art
Ivory or maybe our very own bones
a well of liquid rubies too
to soothe and make her sweet again
To let her remember when
silver tears of compassion
Sanctified the shrine.


