Yuki's Dragon

A white dragon descended from the sky.
It took shape from the clouds,
spiraling down to land in the field
where children's dreams become reality.

Yuki watched from the window.
Without knowing why, she was standing outside
and looking up at its already slumbering face.

She stood up on tiptoes, eyes wide.
She touched her nose to the dragon's.
Its nose, bigger than her body,
somehow felt like that of a lazy dog
dreaming in the sunlight.

With this a pact was formed.
A greeting, and a slight transfer of souls.

Or in this case,
not so slight.



Yuki soared above the land on wings of glass.
Fields houses and cars scrolled beneath her.
The wind, once blowing across her face, now flew with her.
Small eddies of air curled her long brown hair
so that it brushed her cheek and neck.
She felt the emptiness of the sky, above and behind her.

At once she knew ultimate freedom.

She looked down and found a green field and slowly,
drifted or floated to land on the soft warmth she was born in and on.

As she slept there and dreamed,
she felt something brush against her nose
and at once she knew:

It is not coldness that binds her to this world,
it's warmth.
It is not steel, nor rock,
it's blood.
The arms that hold you tight,
and won't let you depart for the skies you dream of,
they are your own.