June 8, 1997 (Allan-Lake Ontario)

Let the dragon’s fire

pass your lips,

A thought not spoken

is never heard,

Breathe srengthe from words

The sword is sharp,

But pain is good

and the wound

will heal.

This dungeon in which

you’ve locked your heart,

Turns your blue eyes gray,

and steals your smile.

Ride on the wind…and

walk the clouds.

Escape the fury of

broken dreams.

Laugh the glory with

a fist of ice.

The nights red sky burns for you…

~KB

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