It's Still Life

A Dragon’s Dream

I’m dwarfed by mountains
rising from the shore.
I’m watched over by the moon.
My centre point in the sky.

Watch me. I can fly.

Milky clouds stretch
like a python in the night,
and I walk warm shallows
of waves that recoil
at my touch.

I can fly.

The sun rises,
a golden knob upon a door.
It calls to my rising heart,
calls to my dragon wings.

If I try.

I’ll have that gold
for my own.
Into the sky,
into the golden sun.

I’ll fly.

 
dVerse (Double = 88 words) Quadrille #81 ©️ Misky 2019