• Dragon made of curling smoke
    Drifting ‘cross full moon
    In night so dark that moon must glow
    And stars gleam in the gloom

    Dragon made of curling smoke
    Carried by the wind
    Faintest of breezes meant to provoke
    Branches that barely bend

    Dragon made of curling smoke
    Made me stop and gaze
    Drifting ‘cross fullest moon
    A surreal, astounding haze

    Dragon made of curling smoke
    Dissipating into night
    The fullest moon stands all alone
    A single orb to make all right