I sit here writing poetry
and find, not unexpectedly,
that gathered in proximity
are dragons, beautiful to see.
A secret tell these beasts to me:
that dragons flying o’er the sea
are visible alone to we
whose hearts believe that dragons dwell
beside the gentle ocean swell.
We who ardently long to tell
how magic feels when wonders well
from beauty-lovers’ awesome spell
give life from human fantasy
to golden dragons flying free
who in the sky will dance with me
the dance of magic, mystery
and joyous creativity.
©2017 Bill Hazelrig (from long ago, but rewritten 2017)