Whistle For the Dragon

My father used to tell me that when magic dances upon the air, you cannot see it, you can only feel it. The essence of it is like a pulse, the energy electric in your veins, pulsing through your chi, the connection to another realm, another world, only a breath away. I hear whispers now beyond the walls that enchant me, goddesses waltz here, Titans spun tales of great adventures, this was someone else's paradise.I see it now mesmerising, lulling, a vision i embrace it like a sweet sleep, there are handsome waiters in cocktail suits people bleed into each other, a parody of rich eloquent faces, tobacco men and their sequinned cabaret dancers frothing at their money. The aqua pool is where the lovers plant their feet, champagne glasses in hand, the air is thick with the aroma of lobster skewers and French perfumes. A string quartet plays with the piano man as a jazz singer hums her version of Billie Holiday, there are spices flooding the air, the diamonds from the chandeliers twinkle like stars in the moonlight, for it is night here. The figures move with such animation, the chef brings in fresh halibut from the Boats that dock the port. The house maids giggle as new wine is delivered with bread and intercontinental cheese. I whistle for the dragons