I touch upon highest sky
19 November 2025

Plaintive cry
escapes my dry lips
The past hums
in my ears
I have taken all my fears
laid them as he quips

The lesson
a repeated sound
through rumble
I listen
to the snarling ruddy hound
guts to assemble

My lover
walks a fading line
twixt borders
sleek pristine
He takes me from all regret
Heart to never fret

While mind flies
my dragon king sighs
As he grows 
so do I 
I touch upon highest sky
Twined outcomes he sows

Reading of the poem:

I’m Still Here – Morgan Luna