You cradle the dragon against your chest,
shielding its sleeping form from the elements.
along sandy shores
that soak up your footprints
even as you make them.
Waves crash and swell,
music in its most natural fashion,
for the pull of your hand.
A friendly caress, an age old bond.
But it is not yet time to give in
and take its shelter,
Rocks must be overturned and mountains scaled.
The dragon already begins to stir
and it is still
far from home.