I stood there, staring. my finger tips still tingly from the warm room contrasting the frisky air outside. My cheeks had dried tear marks, slightly frozen, on each side. Eyes wide I stared. I wanted to run but my little legs felt like a single step would make my knees buckle. I thought it would be much easier to hold on, that I may fly away and be carried . Unsure why, I knew for certain this was the beginning , the start of life as it would be.
To think about him now feels like recounting a dream, blurred and yet on the tip of my mind. If I close my eyes I can get a better glimpse.
He is grand .
“ Who are you? “ I ask, but no words come out .
there is a lot of silence yet he seems to have heard me .
He dances and twirls,
My eyes follow him , and slowly my feet too.
I walk across the room , I forget it is small , it is like a vast open land.
I forget I am here.
I run , run , run
And slowly I too , dance.
I forget he is there and yet I know I am not alone .
When I am tired , I lay on the ground and place my face into my hands for pillows. I do have a bed but i like to feel my heart beating against the ground . It is so loud , louder then thunder when it rains very hard in the summer.
I see dust under my bed from where I lay , and a missing piece to my puzzle, the one with all the fish. I need to remember it is there, tomorrow when I wake. I see also he is blue .
That is the day I decide that it is my favorite colour. Blue
He sings to me that I may sleep,
Song of the Blue Dragon
Once upon a moon ,
By many moons gone
A blue bird sing
A song of light , upon the branche of a
Humble nest , of a beautiful
“ I see the dragon in the dreams of mine ,
And oh how free it seems ,
Grand , it appeals to the Gods
Flying so swiftly , Better then I
Could ever, even in my dreams ,
Where I see the dragon ,
it comes to me each night
Speaking words that escape me as i wake
Words i only remember when i sing “
“ I see the dragon in the heart of mine,
Carving its home ,
Blowing fire from its nostrils
That i put out with my tears
Purifying the wounds ,
Healing the scars ,
Singing songs soft like lullabies,
Those are the melodies i forget, each night before i dream. “
“ I see the dragon in the spirit of mine ,
He does not tell me his name,
He shares the secrets of blue birds
of flying above the skies
of my sacred little blue feathers ,
Magically he takes me upon his scaled back
I feel his breath as the wind ,
I spread my wings to pretend I am the one that flies
In the stead of him ,
And when i wake it is I. “