A dragon claws at my heart in the night,
I can feel it’s nails sinking into my chest,
with it’s yellow, fiery eyes
beaming with fiery light.
only to hypnotize my gaze
as I hope to avoid its fiery breath.
Life and death.
I’m between the border.
As this large, red dragon fills up every space, every corner.
It’s wings surpass my knowledge of how it can fit into this place,
this crevice of a bedroom that this creature could simply remake.
with fiery flames.
I touch its scales
and jump when I feel the heat of its exhale.
Until I start to see its gentleness and a kindred soul prevails.
It speaks to me through my soul,
as I feel this being start to take a hold,
and tell me
to ride free.
To find my own dragon breath and breathe.
This creature stands before me
teaching me wisdom
before I sleep.
But sleep is for the dead.
I grab onto a wing
and ride instead.
As it takes me all over the world,
showing me what this world can unfurl.
As it says to me
to spread my wings.
For it lays me back to sleep
and I dream
about the time I met a dragon.