Dancing with Dragons

Dancing with Dragons

 

 

The sun is out. The day is bright.

The dragons dance upon the grass

And trees and flowers brilliant.

On the winds they pass.

In and out among the clouds

They frolic in the light,

Sliding down the sunbeams,

Dragons crystal bright.

When the Sun has passed beyond

Mountains turned purple-blue,

The dragons dance on through the night

On strands of Moon-lit dew.

They dance to strains of music

Unheard by human ears,

As they have danced through eons,

Untouched by human years.

Teach me, lovely dragons,

To dance with joy life’s plan,

To life myself to higher planes

Above the limits of common man.

 

“Dancing with Dragons”

D. J. Conway