Sky Dragons Bones

Sky Dragons Bones
7.22.22

Bones of the Sky Dragons
flood the sky

The marrow splits and sparks
and the Dragons roar
as the bones crack with a thunderous tone

Disconnecting
Reconnecting
chasing themselves
to reassemble in various manners
of re-forming

The skins float in gauzy
translucent strips
catching errant breezes
shredding to nothingness
until they are able to condensate into
new skin

Some days
Sky Dragons travel in waves

Some days
they travel along the invisible ether
waiting for a precipitating event

Some days
they move in great piling clumps of
Sky Dragon Councils
sharing their thoughts
in great resonating rumbles

In the Fields where Unicorns Play

In the fields where Unicorns play,
I spent my youth and childhood days;
dancing with fairies,
singing with nymphs,
exploring the world on gossamer wings.

Springtime winds held autumn leaves.
Winter snows kissed summer trees;
laughing at goblins,
hiding from trolls,
basking in the sun with star-kissed ravens.

Dragons and Hawks anchor the sky.
Lightning soaked thunder slipstreams by;
breathing in Life,
exhaling Joy,
spinning magic to set my imagination free.