Oh This Dragon

He has been found
skulking, hiding in the light,
changing the shadows,
trying to redefine and morph.
You see, a rose is still such.
She grows and opens.
In her due season,
she will fell her skirt.
You will look for her while
soft is still to be held.
And in that day, unbeknownst
even to her, her eyes will
again captivate you,
for that is where
you will know her love
still holds the energy and light.
This creature tromps and stomps
dragging his heavy appendage
wielding his demeanor.
All he really wants, truly needs
his rose.
She blooms prolific
blue are her pools.
Yes, this Dragon, her dragon.

Raine Les 8/25/2009

Deeply touching.

{{{Sadie}}}Another superb write.Godspeed!Cy"Steven"