How should we be able to forget
those ancient myth's
That are at the beginning of all people
The myth's about dragons that, at the
last moment turn into princesses.

Perhaps all the dragons of our lives
are princesses
Are only waiting to see us once
beautiful and brave
Perhaps everything terrible is in it's
deepest being.
Something helpless that wants help
from us.

So you must not be frightening if a
sadness rises up.
Before you, larger than any you have
ever seen before.
Restiveness like light and cloud shadows
passes over your hands and over all
you do.

You must think that something is
happening to you.
That life has not forgotten you, but
it holds you in it's hand
It will not let you fall.