A mountain of jade walking with
bold eyes as the yin and yang
of perfect pearl and polished onyx.
His tail, a stirring of green wind
cuddling the smallest wildflower,
and striking ancient trees so high.
The moon is his grand mirror where
he studies his own angular profile and
sometimes he carefully hides his wings.
When he sleeps upon untouched land
in the middle of a tall forested creek,
he only looks like a bud upon the earth.
Today, he stretches out his entire body,
resembling a full orchestra on the world,
ready to find souls awake or asleep.
The dragon is a large emerald book
strolling the woods with his shinning scales
are the individual chapters that change.
The perfect day consists of both heavy rain,
slow sunsets and lighting bolts that
society cannot notice, not even a dulcet muse.
For centuries, time has been his growing
necklace, while civilization permeates as
his heavy musk perfume upon his dragon being.
He enjoys to interweave the ropes of the
human brain by embarking inspirational
thoughts which answers the soul's fears.
The dragon is green mist among those
who dare to create their own castles and
allow their minds to be waves of the sea.
June 10th 2016
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