Of dragons fire and Castle Keeps
Of Mystic lands when dreamed in sleep
We all have stories to be told
A lovers heart and soul ones sold
A piece missing that puzzles you
Eluding warmth you hold unto
Of home fires burning without a spark
That strikes, ignites a life once stark
Of misty moments that filled dry eyes
Of brokenness that make you cry
These but few are tales our own
Inside of heart, inside home grown
I read many as they read me
A piece of us given freely
In return they grace our presence
With greater tales, with writers essence
Amazed like child we will become
Where heart now mine is now theirs won
For in each write, each will give all
A reason to, in love to fall
Someone once wrote, parting sweet sorrow
But failed to mention the word tomorrow
Will bring full circle another write
Spinning these tales and magical writes
