The Dragon in Me

The dragon in me is the dragon in you,

And I seek out your eyes, like reflections do.

You tell me you've never come this far before,

I point to the mountains beyond your front door,

And you ask me if you could get hurt out there,

And I tell you that yes, it hurts when you care.

Then you pick up your quill, with tremulous claw,

You uncurl your tongue, and you loosen your jaw.

Then the fire spills forth and lights up the world,

And bathes it in beauty, a spectrum unfurled,

Which until now had roiled rough in your heart,

Just waiting for us to take courage and start.