Fire In the Sky

From his throne of molten gold
The twilight dragon rouses
To breathe white vapor.
Upon the countenance of conquerors
He gifts great ambition and grand dreams.

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Paper Labor

On incarnadine sheets
He paints wishes and hopes
Black-faced characters
That curl and lope
Through a vast landscape
That stretches on and on
He fastens a paper steed to ride upon
For horizons of dreams
Horizons of songs
An artisan labors
Faithful and long

White Clusters

In the distance
I espy
The nodule
Tangles
Of thread-thin waves:
White clusters
Bent by stillness.

Vista

The fires of others dot the landscape
In the dark, the first stars illuminate
On the mountain, I alone
Breathe the cold air and mist
Warmed by the glow and hope