I am in my dream again
the one of silver wings and sky
I sit upon the mountain ridge
gazing at the world below
free am I still
but a mate I crave
in this lonely world
that I exist in
it is not a need
no, it isn’t
but a desire to spread my wings
to fly above
in a dance of love
spread through the air
it seems dragons of any kind
are of small numbers
in this day and age
yet I still soar
the great deep blue
and with that thought
I leap from my mountain
feeling the air
against the wings I spread
I am dragon and I must fly
I cannot be grounded
or told to forget
the fantasy world I live in
how can I
if I be a fantastical beast myself?
with metallic silver wings
that raise me above
all the world’s troubles below
I know I will survive
all has not been lost
my mate is out there
searching upon his own strong
and beating wings
one day through the mess of forgotten dreams
forgotten life
we will meet
in our dreams
or in our flesh
who can tell?

© Johanna Fugitt 2017