I’ve imagined a dragon before–
Thrown it together with horns, scales, and talons.
I’ve thought about watching it soar–
Higher than all of the peaks and mountains.
Could I ever see it if it flew?
Or find it dwelling hidden away?
Is expecting something too much to do?
Am I anticipating too much astray?
What if it’s shy, small, and weak–
What if it buzzes and hums rather than flies?
Would I have found what I seek?
Or would the skies keep hold of my eyes?
For now I’ll never know
Of something I dreamt ago.
I’ll float in perpetual dreams
That everything is as it seems.