Deep darkness
And light overtone briskly
They’re playing.

Fluttering,
Wings of flight, gray and dull brown;
Carries dreams.

Heart pounding,
Thrilled till thought of looking down,
To shadows.

Branch of rest,
Reaching from forbidding stone,
Wings to preen.

Shadows move,
The Winged one is not alone;
Feathers seen.

Eyes of brown,
Gazing into eyes of red;
Silence sets.

Scales moving,
Fire crest upon his head;
Shadows crawl.

Forked tongue,
Salamander smoldering;
Heated rock.

Updraft climbs,
And the wings are wind holding;
Rise from rock.

Into sky,
Clouded dark and rain laden;
Wet feathers.

Drift in mists,
Rocks of shear cliff’s high haven;
Feather wet.

Steam rises
On touch of Salamander;
To the cliffs.

Mists and steam,
Intermingling moisture;
Earth and sky.