Dragons in the Clouds
Dedicated to the children of the world who are often called away too soon, taking with them all the magic. For those who love them and must carry on without them, this is for you.....with love.
Dragons In The Clouds
by Susan Guest (Ladywildalice)
He laid upon his bed of pain
and watched the world go by,
watched all his friends outside, at play,
and never questioned "Why?"
His smile, it rose from deep inside,
it radiated, bright,
so often falling, without strings
upon all in his sight.
He faced each trial, each effort made,
to keep him by our side,
never complained, always so thankful
for each thing they tried.
How often I would come
into his room,only to see
he wasn't there, but with some child
who was sicker than he.
He'd hold their hand when they were scared,
or make them laugh a while,
he'd tell them stories, children's tales
all, just to see them smile.
And as their journey came to end,
he'd bid them to move on
into the light of peaceful joy
that lay beyond, beyond.
He often spoke of Dragons living
in the clouds on high, and when his pain
grew stronger, he would point up to the sky.
He'd say "Look, look! The Dragons have
arrived, they're showing you, the strength and
beauty of their magic in the skies of blue."
Then he would fall asleep. I'm sure in
dreams his Dragons came, swooping down from
the highest air and bellowed out his name.
Because he spoke, when he awoke, that he had
often flown above the gorgeous face of
this, the Earth, that he'd called home.
His eyes, dulled from the pills he got to
take away the pain, would brighten, for a moment,
as he spoke of Lemon Rain.
Of blooms that smelled like bubble-gum, and
lakes of malted milk, of rocks that bounced
and willow's flounced in velvet thread and silk.
The days grew short, the nights ran long,
machines soon were the only song that chirped and
rang the bells and gongs of life slipping away.
And then, he rallied for a while, raised up and
pointed, with a smile, "The Dragons, Mom!, the
Dragons! See? They're here! They're here for me."
With that my little son was gone, released
from weakened days of pain, heading on out
to once more play and run in summer days.
I crawled up on his rumpled bed, and holding him,
I kissed his head, his face, his hands, as tear
drops fell, we said our last "Farewell".
The rain had come, the lightning flashed, the air
was filled with shaking crash. And as the thunder's
sound grew loud, I saw them............
Dragons in the clouds.