Little Orange Dragoness made this image for me.Not long after, my muse activated and the result was this poem.
by Little Orange Dragoness
The Call
The sky callsCan you hear it ?Yes, even in your very bonesYou doWho among the children of the sky cannot ?Your wings itch to be full of the windYour tail cries out, to float over the open sky
And your heartYour heartIt is ready to singTo cry out loud, and answer"I hear your call and I come" Eager legs shiver with adrenalineMoments pass and then none more can be borneYou spring aloft, wings snapping openAnd in that same motion, completing their first wing beat And thenThen you flyYou fly on highAnd make love to the windWhich kisses your supple scalesFrom nose to tail And aloftYou nestle as you soarIn the loving gentle hands of GodThe one who gave you to the skyAnd the sky to you From your long capacious throat eruptsThe sound of your joyThe voice HE gave you You wheel and soar aloftYou are where you belongYou are home