A dragon flying o'er the scene
a roiling flaming surface
no place to land no resting stand
the air a poisonous vapor
Endurance flows from without
a mystic realm of power
Hypnogogic visions flash
yet questions go unanswered
Is it hope of escape
or Tantalus dangling torment
Is this hell created here
or just a fevered rambling
But wait, a break in the flame
a breeze degrees much cooler
Familiar voices call to me
from out this self made Hades
A loving, cooling breath of air
surrounds my fevered mind
and pulls me from this dreaming place
I wake to loving eyes
Your softling hands stroke my face
Your voice anchors my soul
Richard Higley © May 2011
