Dragons and Dreams, kids have both. Then, again, so do I, having never outgrown the pleasure of living an alternate life between lights out and sunrise.
dance on night walls
swift runners, fire breathers
reach wings toward me, come daylight they
What dreams come your way? Do you believe them messengers and guides regarding your current life, maybe your future? Or do you, like me, wake looking for feathers on your pillow, scratches on your arms, your face covered in the remnants of the meal being consumed at the moment of reentry?