iv "the spirit wind"

as the spirit wind came
to call quietly upon the Golden Dragon,
his slender, deep, white magnolia quivered
in the early morning sun.
all the many crystals
shimmered and made soft
musical sounds as they touched.
the Golden Dragon liked such sounds
as it reminded him of when he took
his habibi dancing in her long, flowing
garments which pressed to
his uniform. the lovely aroma
of her oils surrounded his memory.
the spirit wind watched quietly
as the Golden Dragon remembered
his precious habibi as soul pierced the present.
carefully as the spirit wind began to unravel
the secret to the Golden Dragon, all
the crystals that hung from the slender,
deep, white magnolia returned to the blue
velvet pouch to the Golden Dragon's
right side for fear of her transformation.
slowly, suddenly she began to change hue.

`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
21apr09
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