(in hopes that he would finish his novel that I would really, really, REALLY like to read) 🙂
If all the stories ever told could fly,
they’d rise like dazzling dragons through the air
to breathe their flames like colors everywhere
and make a moving canvas of the sky.
We’d catch them one by one as they glide by
in crystal jars that hold a dreamer’s fare—
a taste of swirling colors, deep and rare—
a feast to satisfy the normal eye.
But those of us who know your nature note
the patch of hopeful sky that bears your name
and the story which must ride your words to soar.
And till the world may see the place you wrote
with your ideas sketched in colored flame,
we’ll gladly wait to see your dragon roar.