POETICALLY NAKED

Dragons

Green, red maybe blue
These are the ones
We knew
Scales and claws
And wings so wide
When he roars
I almost died
Play things
I think not
Because it's breath
Is extremely hot
Roam the days
In the clouds
So high
OH how I wish
I too could fly
Hearts so big
And loyal
They love shiny things
Like tin foil
I hope to find
Him one day
And if I do
What will he say
"Climb on
We'll fly far"
Maybe we'll
Reach the stars...
When we decide
To land
I hope our
Imagination can
Come back
For another day
So we can
fly and laugh and play

By d.j.rucker... 3/31/16... 11:36pm