Plea to the Dragon

Silver dragon I need to see your face
And feel your magic in this gloomy place
The wind is icy, rain has come and gone.
Winter is heavy in the rising dawn.

I need your power to pass through the day,
Your wings to lift me, carry me away.
Here, as the battle rages everywhere,
I search the heavens and pray I’ll find you there.

People still whisper after all these years
And words are arrows causing lonely tears.
I hope you’ll see me and you’ll take me in
And give me solace, sheltered deep within

Your shining armour. Give me back my smile.
It seems Life’s passage held me for a while
Then quickly faded leaving me behind.
Please, silver dragon, show me you are kind.

© 2012 Pam H. Murray