Where does this dormant dragon choose to sleep?
Within the flames of desire’s volatile heat?
Where ashes are birthed to rise up to their feet
To caress the air and then begin to weep

Like dark streaks from eyes to cheek
Mourning that this beast withstands such fire
Content to leave his passion to inspire
Emptied tongues that cease to speak

If he knew that opening an eye
Could arouse a fleet of intensity
Stronger than unyielding gravity
[Beauty of butterfly]
That chases apathy into the sky

And frees him to be alive inside
The fire that threatens to subside