A Dream

  A dragon dances in the night
Upon the intertwining wires,
His flames like butterflies in flight
Create a gentle, playful fire.

  A child is born, it’s in the news,
And joy has superceded fear,
And like the scattered pearls of dew
The morning tiger reappears.

  A bird is singing on a fence,
Her heart is open like a rose,
While through a forest dark and dense
The wind mysteriously blows.
 

                                        August 6, 1989
                                     --Alexander Shaumyan