Dragon flight (for Marianne )

[Word Weaver]

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Fiery breath lights blackest night,
a ruby comet falling fast,
beating wings of dragon’s flight,
know this sight to be your last.

Like the clouds up in the sky,
part will live, part will die,
the lowest lows, the highest highs,
as the dragon shows its might.

Burning red a pulsing disc,
follows orange, and then the green,
rising force a willow wisp,
up the spine, remains unseen.

Now the blue and the violet,
opens up the unseen view,
overwhelmed by sinking silence,
bewildered mumblings, oft confused.

When at last the storm is over,
and the light comes from above,
note with awe the transformation,
dragon’s now become a dove.

©2014 –Erthona

nota bene: accentual verse in tetrameter

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Hi, Your poem caught my fancy and Im sharing how it channeled out its message to me..
First I thought the imagery was delightful...

I associated it with a journey of Enlightenment compared to a bolt of lightning [the dragon in flight] on a stormy night.[Fiery breath lights blackest night] striking a physical realm in chaos and unbalanced [as the dragon shows its might.]

[Like the clouds up in the sky,part will live, part will die] clearing away the negative influences/thoughts ..etc of the mind and body

[Burning red a pulsing disc, follows orange, and then the green]-,the lights and colors of when lightning cracks across the sky, opening up the darkness- becoming for an instant bright as day...[ opens up the unseen view] the awakening of the subconscious...

and the distant thundering is the[bewildered mumblings] the concious mind resisting then eventually yielding to the peace and clarity that ensues after a tempest..sort of an overall healing of the whole, in[ note with awe the transformation, dragon's now become a dove]a calming ending

note: However when you mentioned the kundalini yoga..i am not familiar with such, this is just how I absorbed and enjoyed your poem. Thank you!