 | I'm soreing on the wings of a dragon.
Holding my halo to the sky. Chills embrace
my bones, in the mist of my midnight ride.
Hurling through the air. Sun of darkness
illuminates the sky, the ocean black. Shadowed by the face behind the moon, taking
shape with diamonds. Lit by the gleam in this voids eye.
The wind whips my ears, little demons of
cold biting me. No need for wishes, no need
for dreams. I live alone in this vast
fantasy. A never ending trip. A trip beyond
the stars, to the cold places untouched by
the warm embrace of the sun. The sun playing
the part of Mother Cosmos, her majestic
hands can only seal so much of the flood. If
her levies broke, forever cold would swallow
this rock of beauty. Alone, with my halo to
the sky,on the wings of a dragon, i close my
eyes, smile, and gently die.
Darrell Cook
Copyright ©2004 Darrell Cook
Submitted by darrell cook
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