by Omar Persaud

Created on: July 07, 2008

THE GREEN DRAGON

The green dragon
Floated against my mother's
living room walls
Like an epiphany.

It was like learning
To appreciate beauty for the first time.
I was twelve then.
And from that point on
Every piece of art I saw
Was like magic to me.
Like a woman's posture,
Or a son's smile.
It surrounded me in a worldly manner.

I remember her every curl
And movement as I sat
Alone in the dark and tried to find
Her rhythm amongst the shadows.

And yet,
She still eludes me.

I keep what's left of her inside me now.
I'm in my thirties
And still unable to determine
Or control her whereabouts
As she twists and turns
All over my inner cavity
Burning everything up...

Except the emptiness.

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