Home away from Home

“I am drawing this dragon for you, to hang it in your bedroom” – he said to me nonchalantly without looking up, focused on his task at hand. Taken by surprise, I stared at the blank sheet of paper. His drawing was happening easily and swiftly, with no hesitation his magic dragon emerged from the

Sunset

Hell yeah To those times When I roam free Floating magically Where the water meets the fire Reflecting its shimmering light Sparkling with gold on my copper skin, Washing off the distant screams Of soulless creatures who once called me home. Dissolving their dark shadows who once fed in my temple, Closing the doors in

Angel of Love

She was very quiet Like a starry winter sky Yet her eyes would glitter Even when she would be shy. In her chest was fire And there’s still its burning flame Unextinguished desire To play this neverending game. Her garden was full of color Many parties in her home Indefinite desire To find a peaceful