Dragon’s Call
We sleep with the dragons,
in the hidden lair.
We sing their call,
in our every prayer.
Through our eyes,
their world is clear.
Their forgotten song,
our heart can hear.
They guide our way,
threw the darkest night.
We use their wisdom,
to give us sight.
Through our voice,
you hear their cries.
Their fire can be seen,
deep in our eyes.
They are alive,
deep in our minds.
In us the dragon,
you can find.
Written by Heather O’Connell,
(c) 8/16/98, All rights reserved
Love the poem, but it’s a pity Heather O’Connell can’t spell ‘through’!
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My mistake for typing it wrong and not double checking.
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