clouds wander across the sky like sleepy dragons
their wings backlit by muted starlight
airbrushed silver under the blurry eye
of the moon above, hovering in darkness
alone, the creatures hiss smoke that drifts
over the sea and between bare, shivering branches

winter’s voluted tendrils grasp branches
out to the open gray sky where sleepy dragons
whisper about the monsters who drift
amidst the mountains, searching for starlight
living lonely, spreading empty darkness
their paths followed by an outcast eye

and the radiant sun barely bats an eye
at the creeping ironbark branches
whose utter, swallowing darkness
quietly threatens sleepy cumulus dragons
their salvation only found in ivory starlight
blocked by the clouds that dreamily drift

shadows of winter consume a drift
of delicate daisies, each bright yellow eye
had gleamed like the sun and starlight
waving back and forth to knotted branches
in the wind, when sleepy dragons
roamed before the onslaught of darkness

in winter the world is darkness
and banks of white snow, winds that drift
carrying the soft underbellies of sleepy dragons
who watch the world without an eye
basking in the pale, feeble branches
of faraway eventide starlight

fallen upon the blackened earth, starlight
scatters the omnivorous darkness
whose tangling ebony branches
crawl over empty earth once a drift
of daisies, turning towards the eye
of the sun peeking over the horizon
at sleepy dragons

and at the departure of starlight
wandering winds drift
chasing away the darkness, closing the eye
of sleepy dragons above as they pass over
newly budding branches.