When dragons make love, sparks fly.
The moon, always a voyeur watches
You can be a dragon,
Or you can be the moon,
But friend, try as you might,
You will never be one of the sparks.
A lone goose passes by up above and yells down at me, “Hey! I’m up here, you know.”
“Yes, you are. And not a moment too soon.”
Some days are like that, aren’t they? The sun shines out royal, the music takes you and lifts you up, and every stray dog is your friend. Some days even the goose is right on time.