I hear the dragons
of the wind,
moon-silvered scales and planet-eyed,
they dart and twist and spin
and roar a magic lullaby.
Their songs, as old as breathless mists,
tell me time never loafs nor bides
and best of all is to be kissed
by you in love’s relentless tides.
A merry laugh, the softest flesh,
in heat or cold you’re ever spring;
two soaring souls in endless mesh
our gardens bloom in gent’lest rain
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For T------ by
published December 7, 2009
Bowen is a former journalist, an insurance agent, and a Hoosier. He is
working on two novels and trying to produce his own independent film.
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