Crawls of prickly tugs flow through
Imagination thrills end
Creepy eyes monk at me
Little teased lashes cruel up
Laughter sneaks in to rescue muffled cries
Holding tight, Dragon is ready for battle
Lonely bliss glides across the globe
Unveiling timely healing
Will power will be a dream for now;
Keeping together through hell and high water
Will succeed at the end as a returned celebration
L. Coleman
