a tick of your distant heart
and for me the wheels go spinning
golden spires in evening breeze dip
and you, gripping, reach to the river
what do you see
with your hunting eyes?
what tastes come
i see only peace all about,
your wings of splendid silver filigree
tail tilted up to the setting sun
many suns within your heart of hearts
do you know i forever run toward you
and to all your dragon friends
do you feel me smiling laughing
my joy my welcome?