• As I look up at the sky,
    dark clouds rolling across
    a dragon's milky eye
    staring at me intently.
    Stars sparkling like diamond scales
    leave me wondering, softly contemplating
    who is truly watching me?
    All my life, being in the light
    seeing failure after failure
    illuminated for all to see...
    A wasted life, faded and dusty pages
    of a book no one wants to read.
    But now, the cooling winds
    are swirling around and reminding me
    that I am not alone.
    Never was I truly alone...
    It was like trying to escape
    my shadow, the sound of my footsteps,
    and tears running down my cheeks
    hitting the cold, black ground.
    Yet, in my time of need
    flowers of hope are blooming at my feet
    and a warmth spreads upwards
    back to the midnight sky.
    So that milky white eye
    staring deep into my soul, my heart
    is my savior, my grounding point.
    The final dusty page of this book,
    wiped off and put away!
    What I shall be remembered for
    will be concrete for all to see
    just like my faith in what is above
    in a starry sky
    and a midnight bright eye.