A Dragon's Vision





A Dragon's Vision


Without memory of vivid dreams, he soared just beneath the hovering vapor of charged greys and felt the moisture tease his trailing tail. His glossy large wings carried him effortlessly in search of the dreams he was told he had missed.  At this height, his eyes were perfectly focused on every leaf that fluttered in the forests below and he breathed in a heavy rainfall scent throughout the gradual decent towards the spoken ideal.  They said his lack of dreamy sleep kept his breath burning with fire and his soul a slushy mix of icy cold oceans.  He imagined the dream that might guide a purpose that they felt was best for a dragon. For the dragon that carried this seemingly aimless existence caused fear in the eyes of others. The earth was scared and the mountains shuttered with the unknown. This response was typical. His decent was slow and he peered into every movement as dragons do, and while he could grasp with strong bony claws at any thought or creature or intent, he became increasingly aware that they were not the dreams that would complete him.  And so, the dragon flew further for almost a thousand miles.  At this painful low level flight, his wings became tired, his mind became busy with repeated focus on fluttering, teasing visions. He examined everything in perpetual wonder.  And just as every day should end, the sun set slow, the clouds performed their parade and the darkness grew with unsettling intensity.  The dragon knew he was in danger as the dark was not his comfort.  A dragon's energy is restored in the clouds, and so he knew he needed to climb once again. His wings gained strength, and his search for the dream that he was told would calm his spirit was replaced with a glow of auras that reach for him through dark skies. With the smoothness of imperfect intent, his wings lifted his magical form to the rock in the sky that dreams call the moon.  He sat there and absorbed the light in the dark, with renewed energy fueling his search for a healing vision.  And the dragon looked down at the fluttering leaves, because he could, and glanced thoughtfully over the seas and every grain of sand.  His vision was clearer than ever.  His breath still as fiery, his soul still so cold, but those were owned by him on purpose. He suddenly saw what was real and he finally found comfort.  His vision, through the darkness was the clearest it had been and it was then that he realized that the dream he was told he should search for was not meant for him.  He closed his eyes and was overwhelmed by grand vivid visions, not dreams.
He was finally found and he would remain forever on the moon.

CNK




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