As they swirled above the clouds
Twisting in and out of existence
Heart fluttered, such as the wings of
Butterflies in my belly
The girl in the tree
Witnessed not what I did
As she called out my name
Voice of reason, guide me
Look, up here!
And the ladder I climbed to sanctuary
Was of oak and sap
Sticky with unknowing
And her hand touched mine
But her face was unseen
The dragons
Above, with jade scale and ivory claw
Swirled in the dance of
My eternal struggle
For knowledge
Enraptured
Captured, but not owned
Are these visions
The clouds darkened as my hand slipped
And I fell backwards
Seeing her dark hair
But her face was
Not there
And the wind picked up the new rain
Fresh, like the blood of dragons
In an epic twist of death
And poured it into my eyes
And though I slept soundly
Silence was always there
I am going to begin writing my dreams as poems. Perhaps this will give me a better understanding of how my mind travels through the winding streets of uncertainty.