Silver Dragon

a silver dragon in the sky

a shape of power,

mist and wonder

a shape of dreams

and life itself

the reality of

the enthrall in my chest

a beauty so

selfless and true

horns and whiskers

adorn its face

every scale

made of glistening frost

shimmering water

and liquid wrath

the dragon is

a frightful creature

never harms,

but its beauty hinders

a glimpse into

things unseen

like a step in a puddle

made of solid sheen

a feeling like

you should be able to touch,

but your afraid,

to get lost in the gleam.