In the dreaming,
to be reborn,
is this what the ancients sought?
Ever misunderstood,
except by the few.
In the urging, the merging,
the flame burns within,
the flame of the dragon's breath.

Sweet flame,
how it tickles me nicely!
I burn slowly,
will not run out of oil.
Sweet flame,
for I do feed it.

Sweet flame,
it keeps me warm,
I have given myself to it,
and it gives itself back.

I whisper an ancient tongue
in my dreams, in the ethereal realms,  
returning to the earthly realms,
yearning, returning,
earning Mystery's sweet prize,
secrets for the Wise.