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 Andrew Bowen
originally published December 7, 2009



Andrew 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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