A metaphor poem - metasong - about The DragonRiders:

When we ride the dragons, we are wide and free ...

DragonRiders


When we
ride the dragons
we are wide
and free.

We are
a swarm.

Thousand wings
are rushing.

Our shadows
bless the land.


Unimportant now,
it falls away,
falls back
as we climb
into the clouds.


White mist
caresses us.

White wind
cleans us.


Names
are forgotten.

Time
unfolds
in blue,
in ultraviolet.

Space
belongs to us,
belongs to me.

I am
a swarm
of souls.

SFX July 2011