Looking out, I hear the croaky calls Of husky-throated birds and the Frothy licking of sea tongues. Purplish azure spreading widely, Timelessly, when once my Father told me
The beauty was infinite and he smiled at the pair of Big bright brown eyes Glowing up at him in belief and awe, Believing the secrets of the sea All the wonderful things he told me. Holding my hand, imprinting the sand With our shallow foot prints: big and small My chubby hand in his, the other Collecting the glossy, opaque nails of sea dragons. Sometimes we found sharp, dull-colored ones And these were the faded scales of their leathery tough Skin. Craggy black wings folded jaggedly- Mountains, the ignorant people called them Only we knew underneath those folded wings Lay a sleeping, ancient dragon with its Golden eyes watching out for its children, The White Sea dragons that ran along the edges of the waves. Speeding on rapidly, diving under Out swimming the run of short brown legs Decisively deaf to a child’s sunny yells. When the sky was littered with stars Before I began dreaming I could hear The rush of wind as the dragons unfolded Their restless wings, the gentle splashing As their children twisted in and out of the water And what Daddy said, Sweet Dreams, Arrived shortly thereafter.
Yet today I search vainly for their younglings Gone in sunlight, in the midst of red foreigners Coming out of hiding after dragon-hot sunsets and Only behind closed eyes. The spikes on their powerful wings Have melded into dark shadows of trees The jar of multi-colored sea glass remains By my bed, reminding me of how when Daddy’s eyes Could no longer burn bright with belief In such magic, he placed the spark in new eyes That were identical to his: In both shape and color.