Green Tea Dragon by Meilin Wong
They say the flame wrought winds are dead;
Ethereal dancing, jeweled wings - no more.
Monolithic rationality is the head.
Noble dreams and works - shattered, torn.
Their world was theirs - never doubt.
But the magic and power faded away,
When the light gave way to spiritual drought
And Oppenheimer replaced Morganna Le Fay.
But in some strange souls they found a home:
Those inspired, lost, exiled castaways.
Music and verse and The Craft are the bones
Of these long lost archetypes of elder days.
And it takes a mere seed to create an oak,
And music and light, rain and mirth,
Bridging land and sky with it's growth;
Fulfilling the call to renew the Earth.
So nurture these dragons who live within you-
The Burning has ended and they may go free.
Let them grow so that their work may continue.
An it harm none, do what ye will - Blessed Be!
by
Jeff A. Bordeaux 3 January 1989
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