I stand in a field of white flowers, I watch the Sun set as the Moon turns the field into a silver lake, a place that calms even the unrest of this world..
I watch you dance between the sparkling light mixed with the shadows of nearby trees..
The Stars reflecting in your eyes, the wind softly hugging you, the water from a river whispering, a single Rose in the middle of the field seems to match your every move..
One cannot help it but smile, to see her so happy, so calm, so beautiful..
I turn around and as I look back she is gone, all that's left is the Moon, the night, the unending wait for her to dance my way, to dance to my arms..
But to the world a Dragon does not exist, its an ethereal spirit that is always there, always around but invisible to those that do not believe..
Until the day a Dragon finds his Rose he is but a thought, a glimmer of hope, a memory of a time once passed..
Until this Dragon's Rose finds her way, finds what completes her, what brings her to that open meadow, he will stay that shadow, the shadow that holds her as she cries silent tears at night..
The part of me that will always stay true..
