there be dragons...pet them
once, we stood at the edge of the desert
reeling in a heat, an unquenchable thirst
draining each mountain of its cool water
looked for more to slack each hot desire
just like I stand at the edge of the ocean
and try to decide IF I will cross it for you
the journey may quench us with serenity
as we insist for better answers to truths
seek the runestone where there is none
finally find in zen and children's laughter
what I feared seems to love me the best
fears gone...there be dragons...pet them
(c) 2003 Rennie Lorca
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