Dream on

a poem about the joy of dragon flight.

On dragon wings I fly.
Translucent clouds shimmer.
Pearled with the kiss of a new dawn.
Magnificent sights behold my eyes as I glide.
Swifter than a fox.
Quieter than a shadow.
I soar across the sea.
Dance across the earth.
Weep with joy under the warm rain.
Pure and golden light flows through me.
I am immortal.
My song is of rapture.
My heart beats a symphony of sighs.
Down I plunge.
My legs wrapped tightly.
My arms hugging a neck of steel, and scale.
I am alive.