TO THE DRAGONS, REBORN

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! 

                              Jeff A. Bordeaux  3 January 1989