Dragon
I hear his soul crying out in the darkness
searching for the mate of his dreams
And my heart is saddened at his loneliness
I hear his soul crying out once again
searching for companions to share
And I turn to him joyfully, embracing
I hear his soul questing for understanding
wrestling with the great unknown questions
And I share his search with my own
I hear his soul's laughter, loud and long
shining out at the world in merriment
And I am comforted in what I hear
I have heard but a small part of his soul
yet have I grown thereby in wonder
And been glad to call him friend and kin
©1995 Quelonzia/Terry Schorer
Note: This poem is dedicated to Dave "Dragon" Michaels