2002-08-20 - 11:03 p.m.
Looking back,
I don't know why he came to me,
out of all the children of the world.
But I remember the night he came.
He called to me in the dead of night,
his voice so pure, so vibrant,
I couldn't resist its call.
When I ran to meet him,
he turned toward me,
his great glowing eyes looking deep inside of me,
Knowing me as no other soul has known,
seeing truths in me that I had yet to discover for myself.
Softly he began to sing,
and the song flowed into me like pure liquid silver,
his flame racing through me,
opening my eyes
awakening my spark
and filling my mind with song.
I can still feel his warmth
and the joy that spread through my body
as he gently opened my heart.
Each night he would come and we would dance on the breeze,
singing joyously to the moonlight.
Together we would soar through the heavens.
But through his eyes I could see eternity,
and I knew it could not last.
The flame he had lovingly shared,
was not for the likes of me.
One night he did not return,
though I waited there till dawn.
And each night since, I have searched the skies
straining for the slightest glance
lisening for the faintest whisper.
Hoping for his return.
But, with each passing day
a darkness has begun to grow.
My heart no longer sings.
Dying embers are all that is left of the flame that had burned so brightly.
Now, loneliness is all I know,
and the darkness theatens to overtake me.
But, deep in my heart,
I know the spark still lives.
I yearn for his cleansing fire to rekindle my flame
and light my soul anew.
Still, I see nothing.
All I hear is silence.
But every evening I shall search the skies.
Untill I hear his call.
Untill I see him shining in the moonlight,
A Dragon, silently waiting.
