Dragon

Unseen by a thousand naked eyes  
 
The Dragon flies low in this city tonight  
 
Scales on his belly nearly scraping concrete  
 
Massive the beast though he glides with supernatural ease  
 
He is not here to look at the beauty of people  
 
Interests laying in the bounty of electrical lights  
 
Soaking up the metropolitan luminescence for a thin brush of comfort for his sight  
 
He longs for the one, she lives inside the sun  
 
He cannot reach her by virtue of the creature he has become  
 
Known to hover in dead space as close as he can withstand  
 
Holding his breath for years with her image in a silver pendant  
 
Many feel the strong wind of his presence though would never suspect  
 
The saber like talons slicing the air nearly missing their neck  
 
Energy building at the core in a deep sorrow as he continues to hover  
 
He needs to hear her words in order to recover  
 
Having seen the world out live it's need for poets, sonatas and rituals for the moon  
 
He hangs on strongly though needs to hear her voice very soon