the windmills moved slowly
  as i watched, the cellos groaning
       in some recess of  t i m e
             a low, wrenching
                                 judgment...
   tears streaming down my face.

    i've glimpsed the void
i know i am alone
           for all of  s p a c e
                                    and t
                                            i
                 ­                          m
                                            e

this i know on the warmest of days.

   maybe the halting uncertainty i see
       mirrored and glowing in you
      gives me hope

  maybe if i can touch
    your golden thread of light
  lit with purpose
        encompassing your passion
    pulsing with life
        ...maybe our threads will entwine
  and create a thing of beauty

   maybe you cannot see your thread
     and i am here to show you...look closely
       it is reflected in me
   (but that is not enough)
    i have sunk right into your beautiful blue light
       see it trickling across my shoulders?
down
  falling from my fingertips
     golden threads glinting down my back
         your shy but penetrating gaze drifts sweetly
   questioning my purpose
      what a violently gentle air you breathe 
               

do you see your beauty, dragon?
  i see that you do not see - i want to awaken you
maybe you will listen...maybe you will watch

   maybe you can distract me from the void...
      surely i cannot see my own golden thread (if i even have one)
i am wandering...distracted...except for your magnetism
    that snaps and focuses my mind
  into laser like precision

maybe, maybe, maybe....dragon