My dragon is hot and red
from using it
people run when they see my winged smokey up there
in fear of fire to their upset hair
These days trees
and rocks and even the sea
has a cold portrait
of me
staring back
with eyes
large and black
and if we listen
with our ears to the
bypassing spirit of the air
we can hear
it speaking of
this other sanctuary
quiet near
from using it
people run when they see my winged smokey up there
in fear of fire to their upset hair
These days trees
and rocks and even the sea
has a cold portrait
of me
staring back
with eyes
large and black
and if we listen
with our ears to the
bypassing spirit of the air
we can hear
it speaking of
this other sanctuary
quiet near
rayer:
