How do you see the dragon? Wings unfurled, claws spread?
Does the mouth gape, does the mind function?
Is it a part of you, intimate and undeniable?
Or merely an imagining, metamorphed into a metaphore?
Does the dragon smile happily, or frighteningly, teeth like steel?
Is the fire healing or harming, sacred or insouciant?
How many questions does it take to change a lightbulb?
Cradled harmlessly within the heat of verse, they burn...
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I would like to translate this poem
I see the dragon as my teacher and my protector My dragon flies upon the wing to carry me way from danger within his protective claws The mind of the dragon is a wonder.. it holds the answers to all My dragon is me in all I do and will be My dragon is as I am... happy and sad... protector and playmate The fire is the weapon and the healer (How many questions does it take to change a lightbulb?) none... just get it done.... May they guide you and protect you Alison