Poetry From The Outside

Here is something I wrote in 1986.

Dance Of Dragons

February 19, 1986

In the heart of twilight

when night birds call

to the stars.

That is the time

 the dragons fly.

You can see them


on wings of

leather and bone.

You can hear them


from the ancient times.

They have roamed this

world forever,

forever thru the spiral

forever past the sun.

And when breaks the day

they fly

towards the moon,

towards the field

into the night,

to the endless dance

of dragons.

(C) 1986 Joelle M. Wilson