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.
night shadows
dragons
dance on night walls
swift runners, fire breathers
reach wings toward me, come daylight they
escape
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?
