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Dragon Poetry

On Dragon's Back
by
Marie Pacha

On dragon's back,
     I fly away.

Beginning flight,
    to unborn day.

Now take me high.
    where winds blow loud.

That I might reach,
     and touch a cloud.

I pull it's fragile beauty near.

And falls to earth, a dragon's tear.

Above these clouds,
     a magic rules.

Scorned by closed hearts,
     call them fools.

To them, it's not,
     if they can't see.

They lose, all,
     life's mystery.

But I,
     through dragon's vantage high.

Can now ken,
     the reason why.

The dragons live,
      to keep us whole.

They see the love,
     within our souls.

They see,
      the passions that we hide.

They see it all,
     From whence they glide.

And so,
     on dragon's back I fly.

Within the clouds,
    that paint the sky.

And somewhere,
     in this mortal quest.

I share with dragon,
    all the best.
 
 

There Be Dragons
by
Marie Pacha

There be dragons here,
      as there are dragons everywhere.
The live within the hearts of men,
      whose questing spirits seek the when.

They float aloft, above the skies
       their antics watched by angels eyes.
They dance to melodies unknown,
       from deep within these seeds are grown.

Their hearts are live with pulsing beat.
      And passions born of eternal heat.
From snow draped hills, to valleys low,
      The dragons mighty wings will go.

They shape the clouds with gentle touch.
      Fragile ones that see too much.
And share the know with those that ken.
      who live the now, and see the when.

These creatures that most men deny,
      leave their brand across the sky.
They share their love, and all their hearts,
      within each soul, they are a part.
 
 

A Dragon's Love
by
Marie Pacha

a dragon's love is gentle.
      woven deep within a soul.

has the miracle of healing,
      takes the broken,
             makes it whole.

a dragon gives his heart away,
      for it dies if it is kept.

dragon heart must be wakened,
      from the place,
            where it has slept.

a dragon's love is timeless,
      knows no future, has no past.

it builds upon the moment,
      hold it close,
             that it might last.

a dragon gives his heart away,
      for it dies if it is kept.

dragon heart must be wakened,
      from the place,
            where it has slept.

a dragon's love is fearless,
      will face the sword that it might stay.

through all that would destroy it,
      stands alone,
             and finds a way.

a dragon gives his heart away,
      for it dies if it is kept.

dragon heart must be wakened,
      from the place,
            where it has slept.

a dragon's love is burning,
      and the fire can't be quenched.

impassioned, uncontrollable,
      immortal love,
              unfenced.

a dragon gives his heart away,
      for it dies if it is kept.

dragon heart must be wakened,
      from the place,
            where it has slept.
 

Dragon Dreams
by
Marie Pacha

Dragon dreams are magic
       weaved of moonlight's lacy threads.

They follow paths of shadowed mystery,
       past where the dragons bed.

They drift away in galaxies,
       an endless, timeless flow.

Suns which saw their births,
       their fire, born of dragon's glow.

They stand alone as witness,
       to all that's come before.

A testament to future,
       through tales of ancient lore.

Dragon dreams can terrify,
       for what they really mean.

Is, all we really thought we knew,
       is never truly seen.
 
 

Dragon's Moon
by
Marie Pacha

Dragon's moon shines full and bright,
      casts its rays on deepest night.

Brings the dragons out  to play,
      while humans hide in light of day.

From behind clouds  beams break through,
      and haloed images shine anew.

Casting its light upon the skies,
     so dragons' wings can now arise.

In search of dreams they find a way,
     to welcome night in joyous play.

Far aloft, with wings spread wide,
     'their massive bodies swoop and glide.

And angels now join in the dance,
     they came upon by happenstance.

Ballet of magic, cast in the glow,
     the bright full moon is theirs to know.

In mystery it is born of night.
     will never last till birth of light.

And dances dragon, to one last tune.
     played in front of dragons' moon.

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