Outside the worlds and outside creation,
In a place that exists only by intimation,
A great dragon, lord of time and of time's pause,
Holds a bright chain of worlds in his crystal claws.
The dragons hold the worlds.
The worlds bump and click with a soft sliding sound
On the silver links of the chain that binds them round.
Those chains are bent galaxies, the depths of starry space,
All of them less than one scale of the dragon in this far place.
The dragons hold the worlds.
He breathes fire softly as he lowers his magnificent head,
And that flame moves like a stately tiger through the light thread
That binds the worlds, sucking heat away from some of them,
And turning the world that the bauble represents into a lifeless gem.
The dragons hold the worlds.
But other worlds perish in the heat of the intense flame,
And never know the reason for their destruction or its true name.
It is only some that at any time warm to the heat as to summer sun,
And in them then life and art, magic and highest radiance, like water run.
The dragons hold the worlds.
In that far place that exists outside of the worlds and creation
Sits on his haunches a wondrous beast wrought of pure imagination.
And as he gazes at the worlds, how can we know that he exists?
Or is never really knowing the answer the mystery at the heart of it?
The dragons hold the worlds. |
Submission Name: The Dragons Hold The Worlds
