Dragon-Train

It does not clatter,
this train of scales and breath,
but glides-
a ribbon of windows aglow
like fireflies
caught in smoke curling
from her throat,
with song and steam.

She bends where rails would break,
slithers where iron will fail,
following rivers
and mountain trails,
drawing ancient maps
across the sky.

Lovers do not board her.
They are gathered-
by chance, by longing,
and the quiet belief
that the heart itself can heal.

So when night falls,
and the dragon-train coils gently
along the earth,
hearts can still feel the warmth
of her light,
dreaming of the next dawn
she will carry forward.

Reviews

[amanda davis]

I absolutely loved your writing it’s got the kind of storytelling that belongs in a comic I do commission art and I’d love to work with you. My Di$cord: astravex_

[Michael Sun Bear]

I find this beautiful, fascinating and unique. It’s going into my Favorites library.