A cold night wind
blows slowly across
the emerald countryside.
Stars sparkle
like diamonds
set on black velvet.
Magic rides through the night,
slipping silently through the grass
dancing with the trees.
Then lighting
but for a moment
upon the great green head
of a sleeping dragon.
It tickles and enchants him
his ears prick
and twitch
this way and that.
His soft wings
lift gracefully
with the magic currents.
His dreams suddenly sparkle
electric blue.
Puffs of green dragon smoke
gently send the magic
onward
swirling
slipping, sliding
gracefully through the grass
Looking here
there
everywhere at once
for another
whose dreams
it can touch.
