The Call
A Non Rhyming Poem Inspired By An Image
Little Orange Dragoness made this image for me.
Not long after, my muse activated and the result was this poem.
by Little Orange Dragoness
The Call
The sky calls
Can you hear it ?
Yes, even in your very bones
You do
Who among the children of the sky cannot ?
Your wings itch to be full of the wind
Your tail cries out, to float over the open sky
And your heart
Your heart
It is ready to sing
To cry out loud, and answer
"I hear your call and I come"
Eager legs shiver with adrenaline
Moments pass and then none more can be borne
You spring aloft, wings snapping open
And in that same motion, completing their first wing beat
And then
Then you fly
You fly on high
And make love to the wind
Which kisses your supple scales
From nose to tail
And aloft
You nestle as you soar
In the loving gentle hands of God
The one who gave you to the sky
And the sky to you
From your long capacious throat erupts
The sound of your joy
The voice HE gave you
You wheel and soar aloft
You are where you belong
You are home
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