The Trefoil Muse

They call me, “Draco,” for I am Dragon.

I see you down there admiring the view.

I felt how your heart leapt for joy when you first set eyes on this mountain meadow.  When you smiled, the world glowed brighter – it was blinding.  Your essence intrigued me.  It made me want to see the world through your eyes.  Dragon eyes don’t see like those of a human unless we are connected.  I have the ability to connect to you.  That is part of my magic. What is it you see?

I must see it with my own eyes and feel it as your heart does.

You can’t see me, at least not yet but you’ve turned toward me and have spotted wild raspberries.  They are short bushes, low to the ground.  The little bushes are loaded with berries despite their size. I watch as you savor the sour sweetness of a raspberry without putting one in your mouth.  I thought only dragon’s could sense taste food without actually eating it.  The flavor of these mountain raspberries made my mouth water. How did you resist? You didn’t even pick one.  You left them for the creatures of the mountain.  It’s been a hot dry summer, the mountain wildlife appreciates that you left their food alone.  Your thoughtful decision made my heart swell. 

I watch you as your eyes scan the mountainside. 

Now, you see me.

There are actually several of us here.  We have camouflaged ourselves upon the mountain side.  The others are sleeping as I keep watch. 

I see we have you intrigued.  You think we are rock pillars.  This made me smile.  It made you smile as well.  Once again, your light blinded me.

You are leaving now.

 How is it you have not left one footprint behind? 

Then I remember as you moved, you floated just above the land. You touched without touching and tasted without tasting.  There is a grace about you. 

The old ones tell tales of your like – legends if you will.  There hasn’t been one like you for centuries.  They say the urge to connect with a magical being is magnetic and immediate.  It happens without thought.  They say when it happens a Dragon will follow, it cannot resist.  I will follow.

You will not see me – at least not yet. When I soar above you it will be as if a cloud has cast a slight shadow over the land. I want to share my magic with you – even though you have magic of your own. My dragon eyes have seen the world anew through you. Now, I wish you could see the world through mine.

ANDronesRUS

We will connect for good eventually.  The bond will be set when we lock our eyes and our hearts become one. Keep your eyes to the sky.  I soar above.

They call me, “Draco,” for I am Dragon.

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