The Dragon

On that first morning, when my eyes closed and my heart opened, my world changed.

I didn't wish upon a star, or find a magic wand.

It was as if I had risen from the center of a crystal lake and discovered I was in a brand new world.

Everything looked the same but it felt different.

Now when the sun came out, the sky was such a brilliant blue it took my breath away.

Things began to slip into place. What could have gone all wrong, turned back on itself and was better than ever.

I discovered loving in a way so fulfilling, so rich, so overwhelmingly warm that it was almost addictive. Not being loved mind you, but loving.

Loving turns out to be the happily ever after in the fairy tale. The magic thoughts that bring about miracles. The invisible way that carries one to Neverland and back again without any sense of time.

Born deep down inside of me it grows like a dragon, spreading its wings and soaring through me on some days and sleeping in the cavern of my soul for other days on end.

When the dragon is awake, there is no feeling on earth that can match it.