My dragonkeeper, with a smile as big as the sun spreading across your eyes and mouth, your twisted body shifting to greet me, I come to sit with you to respite in your innocent aura free of the confusion, curses, and expectations of the world.
Your birth-curse, decades ago damned you to a life of innocence unable to know the confusions of the world condemned to simplicity. But here you are: innocent of your curse asking only for the simple things: rest and cartoons.
For the moments that I sojourn with you your curse is my blessing -- how unjust that seems -- but I sit with you and you alone no other can be you. For the moments we are together it is just you and I in a simple world of sight and sound you smile with a hardy grunting laugh.
I imagine you to be the Dragon Keeper and ask if you've seen the dragon. What wondrous joy you smile shines at that. What forms take shape in you mind? But I forget you innocence free of such objects, bound only by the moment's sense.
You, with no intent by yourself, keep me innocent for a moment free for an instant of worldly concern. And I, with intent yet unsure keep you company and happily be in your world be your companion.
©2009 John A. Mills