Rose's lavender drifts by my bed,
The fan lifts air through the room,
An icepack hides my injured foot.
I've only experience and imagination
at my side.
I woud ride a dragon if I could,
and stroke his belly with the wind.
I would travel from the center
of my body to the center of the world
I would look his insight in the eyes
and never question dreams again.
Crimson, gold and unbearably undefined,
He would cry a single tear –
cradling all of mine.