Imagine, lion.

What is this wandering dreamer
dappling it's toe in puddles
of casual moonlight,
great paws breaking reality
nails digging into a subterranean
dimension but coming up bare;

These wings, are they not to fly,
to stretch the night, kiss the
shadows of the sky, cradle the
moon like a child who wraps deeper
into a blanket in the candlelit
winter twilight; Will dreams alone

transport the winged lion to
worlds softer than this, with a
roar of resonating arrival and
a startled blink because the
sunlight is so harsh?

 

i love the imagery you've use very much! dappling

 

I really enjoyed this, thank you.

 

ohhh lovely

 

Wow. I'm amazed this one got dredged up...cool

 

You are amazing.