on women and dragons…

and down by the fireside in the dark of the night she sat with me…

this beautiful beast.

her arrival unexpected… so swift and unexpected.

the tongue is our quickest path of flight…

to protect.

to protect?

but look at all the damage…. the earth is scorched….

the eyes will continue to extinguish. it is their job.

my job is to preserve you.

within one palm she hands me scales …. they shimmer and shine like pearls….

learn to wear it.

to be hard?

to be safe.

and with the other she lifts me back into the tower.

The window seems even smaller than before.

and in the distance there are no mountains…. and no sea.

only the now small silhouette of dragon wings departing against an orange glow.

and ….

she wishes she could melt sunsets and star light into gold.

and spin it into spools of thread…

thread that she could needle and stitch

stitch and repair

hearts

and

souls

to mend

across all time

space

dimensions.