The Dragon Muses of the Abyss

As the sun fades into nothingness The moonlight creeps through the curtains The clock on my bedroom stand says it is midnight My eyes look for the familiar surroundings I know Straining for one last minute of awareness That also fades and I enter another world My consciousness deserts me Cold unconsciousness envelops my mind and body Making me aware of everything I should never see Dragons with large black scales fly by Their wings blow a dry breeze across my face I know what they are I can see in their eyes what their purpose is They are my thoughts, my muses I watch them fly between a thousand butterflies Around moss covered cypress trees teeming with life Through dark clouds with bright silver edges Black mists follow as the rise and dive Wing tips skimming pools of stagnant waters They fly widening circles as they scream Piercing screams that rip the air They have a message hidden in the voices When they perch their eyes meet mine I look at them as they look at me I see what they want me to see Their minds share words with me a thousand years old My mind wavers for just a minute Forming the right words, the right sounds I sit in the blackness and write a poem unlike any other And when the last word is written the dragons are at rest At least for the moment