Black Dragon Words and music by Beth Stevens © 1986Black Dragon, come and take your tea with me Where sunset frames the Golden Gate that opens on the sea. The shore curves quiet like a mother's hand To soothe her water children as they play upon the sand. Black Dragon, you were difficult to find. I spoke to you in symphonies, conjured you with rhyme: But always in the past you've slipped away To coil in gleaming caverns of an undiscovered bay. Come walk with me along an empty beach. You have much to learn of life, and I have much to teach. An Irish fiddler is the best of guides As we pirouette amid the heart's incoming tides. Black Dragon, you have kept yourself apart From all the love and misery that live in human hearts, But sorrow is the portion of us all, And wisdom springs from suffering's dark shadow on the wall. Black Dragon, come and take your tea with me. Gaze from out my window on the gray and silver sea: For conversation heals the ancient soul, And you and I grow younger still, even growing old. Black Dragon, come and take your tea with me!