Pure Imagination
- July 10, 2009, 3:36 pm |
Dragon Song
It is the pure imagination
that has gone from us
making the sword dull
against our fears.
When the two-year-old boy
climbs to the top of a man
and says, expecting,
Touch the sun, Papaw.
Touch the sun,
he is at once
beautiful and brave.
We must not care for consequence,
only believe
that the impossible height
can be reached for the trying.
Then the dragons, which evolved
to live and perish within us,
and know when we are loving them,
will see this and come out.
Since their lives have been drowned out
by the thunderous roar of our contempt,
how could we know they believe
we are capable of providing them existence,
giving them immortality--
we, human, the most transient of all.
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