From beneath a mighty dragon’s brow, a single tear doth forms,
Welling up in his aging eyes, this mighty dragon mourns.
Not for loss of lover, but for a lover he could not find,
For he has never known love, being the only of his kind,
The mating larks of springtime they flutter overhead,
As the dragon fills with what if’s . . . deep inside his head,
As darkness falls, it starts to rain, even the heaven’s cry,
He slips back in his empty cave and weeps a firey sigh.
Just there in the distance lost in his own breath,
The vision of a female dragon that scared him near to death,
She vanished though as smoke rings always do,
Oh! How he wished his vision had been true .
That night while he was dreaming she came to him once more,
This time in a shallow cove upon a foreign shore,
“Come find me,” she called out, “Come join my aging heart,”
He awoke from his slumber thinking, “Where do I start?”
“Just fly away,” his heart cried out, “Go find what you desire.”
“Another dragon to warm your heart, instead of lonely in your lair,”
He sat at the entrance watching the rising sun illuminate,
Then he flew off- skyward bound- to whatever destiny awaits.
He flew without rest, through suns and moons alike,
Determined in his mission, focused on his plight,
Then… there she was on the distance shores of lore,
Bathing in the salty sea, of beauty ever more,
He prepared for his landing, as her eyes were skyward bound,
She was real; she was waiting, with the love he had finally found.
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