The Dance of the Dragon

Winter storms in snowflakes at the coldest mountain heights
Covering the footprints made of scales and dragon might
Scorched into our legends are the sight of leathered wings
But outlines of our memories are all the snow flakes bring
So we dance away our longings in our homes so far away
To the sound of dragons calling, though we don't know what they say:
We hear them as we see them, in our dreams if nothing more
Shadowing our footsteps and the dreams we're dancing for
And the dance it brings us closer in our mourning for old ways
As they watched us in life, so we watch them in the grave.


~Mica, Jul 12, 2003