Dragon Flames by Sheila Hollinghead
The coldness of the night is
Embraced by swaying trees,
Bent by the relentless surge of the wind.
I peer into the darkness,
Longing, yearning, needing.
My body shivers and warmth seeps.
Lonely trees lean to
Touch a fading shadow.
A freezing wind rustles the leaves
That speak knowingly of my loneliness.
A dragon breathes upon the night,
Warming the marrow of my bones.
I tremble before the shimmering blaze.
Slay my soul with your flames, Oh God,
Quench my thirst.
Let your searing fire seal my heart,
Destroy the coldness, and ease
The loneliness of your child.