In the heart of the ashes
passion burn
waking the sleeping dragon
her breath sweeps
under my wings

carrying me to mystic lands
sometimes she reveal
her under belly
soft and unknown
and the lake of grief
spills a tiny tear
between a crack
as the earth pulses
it's remembrance back
I feel the restless beast
pacing inside
and tightly clasp my hands
as prayers leak
their perfumed fragrance
into the ground
I spread over the length
of her brazen back
as dreamscapes glide past
like memory maps
my heart stretches
beyond the point
of ever turning back
for I am the beast
the dawn breaking
the inhalation
the dragons
slow awakening.