Gentle Dragon

Gentle Dragon soaring in a cloudless sky, nipping at its silver armored tail
Velvet Roses fade with the ending of day, new growing in the morning light
Fleeting Fairies dancing in the cool shade of a Hawthorn Tree, waiting to sail…

‘Tell me you adore me, love me; and I’ll always be yours, forever true’
A small timid, upturned face; daring to believe in the impossible
That tall Green Grass could ever truly grow Blue

‘Hold me in your powerful arms; make all right within the frightening world’
Daring to wish on a wishing star, the Fallen, Tarnished Winged Angel dreams
Daring to hope she found the Brave Knight; the one to love a small, unique girl

She may be strong on the dark, murky surface but not all the way through
Her poor Paper Heart is yet small, damaged and easily broken
She may not always be perfect, but neither, my white Dove, are you

Two halves of a whole, forever a few racing beats apart
Two passionate lovers’ dreams interlocked until the sun refuses to shine
Two broken halves of a whole; one everlasting, ever-beating heart

When autumn leaves fall skyward and the sun leaves behind the dew
When that playful moon forgets to chase the sun, leaving all in darkness
That, my dearest, is when I’ll cease loving you…