Part 5 | The Peacock

Sun shines.  Bright on pale brick roads
Glamor personified.  In the City of Angels
Designer Brands.  Minimalist Signs
Floral Aromas.  Strutting on the breeze
Great wealth walks these tree lined streets
Crown jewel of Beverly Hills
Rodeo Drive

Strolling.  Farther down the street
A vagrant sits perched along the curb
Desperate and hungry
Passersby turn up their nose
I stop.  Greeting him with a smile
I hand him a bill.  Wish him the best
He smiles back

Ground shakes.  
Bricks crumble.  Along the immaculate facade
A great archway.  Carves itself out of the wall
Golden light.  Piercing light.  Emanating 
Silhouette approaching
Poised. Striding. Elegant 
Feathered tail.  Silver.  Dancing in the wind
Emerging with grace.  
The Peacock

She Speaks

“Kind you are.  Poor one
For I know you hold few earthly possessions
Yet.  You help one of my suffering children fill his belly
I grant you passage from this land.  But I beg of you
Use this quest wisely.  Learn from it
Thaw your frozen heart.  Poor one
And a great wealth shall be yours
Go now.  To the walk amongst the stars
Where dreams live.  And dreams die
Find there, the mighty door
A door to a grand theater
That is the doorway to the den of our totem brother
The Dragon