[Soaring Feather]

It’s is a love poem -the true form of love, without the make up. It’s just so human, so readily recognized by all who have ever loved another.

[Soaring Feather]

The castle dragons in their flight
ruled the realm both day and night
by legions they occupied the air
guarding everyone inside her walls
from ground assaults and ugly toads.


Their graceful flight in open air
nary a scale touching ground
the castle dragons in control
kept the wizards in a daze
as in and out of foggy mist
they sailed on through in lofty pose
as twilight entered unopposed.


The guard remained until one
obtained a writ to break the dawn.
The sound was loud from a thunder cloud
as the castle woke to see
the castle dragons one by one
alit into their cave.


There they slept while the castle kept
the business of the day.
Dusk awoke the owl
to the dragons he spoke
and ordered them to fly away.


Day by day, left by right
the winged dragons took their flight
lifting, flowing, soaring in the wild
evil’s door to not open its poison within.
Castle guards they be then and now in
a invisible realm seen to those who look
for dragons in the clouds.


Soaring Feather 07.15.07