Live to Breathe a Dream

A dragon sleeps and dreams
on the off-side of a hill
where villagers
are never wont to go
within a cave that glistens
as the sun is setting in the west

and in its pristine beams
of fiery light
is caught a prism
of the jewels within
this solitary lair

for as he dreams
she comes to be
a maiden form of fantasy
born within the dewdrops
yet moving as in dance

magical the mystery
of this, the deepest trance
where dreams come true
within deep blues
of nighttime skies
that always sing a lullaby

floating down with stardust
taken by the wind
scattered then
o'er all and everything
within each breeze
that lives to breathe
no more than just this dream . . .


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