Dragon-fire
Who would dare think of
dreaming up dragons?
Calling forth those mighty beings
from their ancient sleep;
hibernating on their treasure troves
at the threshold of inbetween.
Though I do know they hang out
in the crystalline rocks and caves
in the roots of the secret hills.
I have caught glimpses of their babies
frolicking in the high forest glades,
the old ‘uns snoozing in the shade
one dragon-eye, green and gold,
half-slit, on guard, over-watching.
Sometimes they emerge
in the moonlight,
go for a spin on a falling star
or accompany a mortal fire-child
in the palm of her hand or pocket,
under a pillow or sequestered in a sock
even at a behest, around the globe
. Ever-ready.
Swoosh! in a flash, outside Time,
great pinions sliver through dimensions
bursting through sound and speed
in a trail of consuming flame.
Sobeit! Stand-down! Begone!
All overweening denizens of the deeps.
Return to your erstwhile stations!
Infest and occupy not
our broken world and space
in its reborning transitions anymore.
The Akashic chambers are overladen.
It is time to clear the back-logs,
clean sweep the hidden corners
purge and incinerate the detritus of Ages
the collective, karmic rubbish tips,
and flush out the underworld drains.
Redeem the lost.
Jan