Hidden Dragon
The dragon dreams of long ago
of guarding waters to and fro
yet, there he lay upon the grass
so sad to see amongst the trash,
lost to majesty brought so low.
Remnants of power won’t let go,
his soul calls, an ancient echo.
I collect him, his golden stash
the dragon dreams
His kettle drum, his symbol too,
his entourage, his vassels two,
their silken robes and red sash,
New Years envelopes full of cash
hid in the attic's inferno.
the dragon dreams
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011
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