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Life is the song
to which we belong
And each note
is part of
For we are all one
The greatest tool
you will ever own
painting is of the small river, or creek
near where I live. Residing along the
water lizards. Water dragons who bask in the sun,
and seem to
peacefully pass their days in quiet dreams of another world.
Dragons of Petrie Creek
by the dozen, - in the shade,
Of huge wooden monoliths, who stand,
Growing, assimilating time, and made,
With love by angel, and fairy hand.
So still my dragons
sit and ponder,
Statues, to a time gone by, and dreaming,
How fairy folk wove their webs of wonder,
And clothed the world in rainbows shimmering.
I see myself upon my dragon's back, and....
We slide into the river of remembrance,
Glittering waters lap round my submerged hand,
As I'm carried unresisting, in the endless dance
Joy spills over, as
truth flows through me,
I'm clothed with love, in rainbows shimmering,
By fairy folk laughing, and real I see,
This most wonderful world that remembers me.
© Chrissy Hardman