Echoed Dragons

nickled lunar foam remembering its sought
presaged gravity brightening improvisations
curving the scalar to read a feeling left in water.
pleasure beaten doesn't know a stone's light
dawn inertia guarding the sun's forsaken yellow.
amateurish, green, and searching the stolen lyrical
in twilight's opening of the wood, music affirming
dancing echoed love waving in its own way what
dragons have written there with me.