Talons

yes i remember how we used to fly i recall the crisp dreams that gave paper cuts that were sweet on the skin the times when we sat for hours at the fire allowing the mixture of our thoughts to waft through the smoke the dragon was the morning clouds with talons that dragged the cirrus into rows brilliant deep orange the trials and tribulations were that of the moment only as the future was too remote and the past too irresolute we could sing like an aria without the slightest of provocation stepping into realms we knew nothing about with the zeal of a zealot absorbed by a newly created religion a fresh fetal beginning with the body of a near adult the chrysallis shifting bones into new formations we laughed and laughed because in all of those transfixing moments we knew we were right