The Phoenix and the Dragon 0 comments

Monday, April 23rd 2007, by Marissa A Spencer as they are the yin and yang of Asian tradition... The Phoenix and the Dragon She descends from one gossamer cloud to the mountain Her fiery breath making mist on the swaying flowers Reborn in her heart each fleeing sunset She searches for her complement; her mirrored being He soars quickly,smoothly through dark foggy forests His scales glimmer and flash in the beams of moonlight Coming to life as the sun raises to the sky He feels a sense of emptiness he seeks to be filled She the Phoenix descends into that soft, quiet night He the Dragon rises into the solar symphony of light Never meeting, but always an unnamed yearning So goes the eternal round, the never ending way Perhaps, they may never meet in physical rapport As he rises with the dawn and she flees until the night They are one, they are joined, and they accept The knowing surrender of a greater wisdom © April 22, 2007 Marissa A Spencer

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