The Dragon's Lair

Reflections of images cast upon my soul, they are everlasting and profound.
    The natural order of our universe is taking shape.  There is no struggle to define it, only recognition that it will be.
   The twists of hair and femine fragrance, one last look  before we part.  Our flesh tingles at the thought.
   Blossom without care, fly free in your imagination and know that yours is beautiful.
    The Dragon flies in high mountain fields filled with lavender and rose.  Crisp and cool, your belief shall lead you back to the embers that once raged.

    Only the journey can accumulate the knowledge of what has been forgotten.   Prepare a place in your heart.  Hold open the gates, as the rush of new meaning enters into an exsistence that is colored with daring desire, and punctuated by a serene aura that leaves us naked.  Intertwined in white linen, and unaware of time.