A poem inspired by mystical things.

Write Your Dragon

First pink—
the hot kind,
then blue—
the royal kind,
next red—
the rouge kind.

Then finally
gold—
with a sneak
in their eyes,
a smile
on their face
that spoke of
merry mischief.

They didn’t
have a name,
but they did
have a light so bright,
I felt in my heart
what they spoke
in my mind—

I am here to bring you
the frequency of joy.

Play more.
Laugh more.
Silly more.
Sing more.

And let yourself be
a muse for joy.

For more poetry you might enjoy my books Things of That Nature and Heliotrope Nights.

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