A Sound of Beauty
I walk alone amid the sun-bright woods,
and in my head, hear clear dragon song.
Soft whispers, deep voices, loud and melodic,
reaching out, and ever seeking.
Locked in silence, I’ve no words to describe,
of this sound of beauty in my quiet hell.
This poem is inspired by a character of mine by the name of Hawkian; his novel is entitled Whisper and it’s in the same series as my first novel Believe.