The Dragon's Neck

You never needed to have a voice Those stories just came out As you twisted your head back And forth to the music As you sailed through the night on that Dragon’s back—holding on and smiling As you rushed through the wind. You didn’t love to sing because you Thought it sounded good. Even when they put you on the stage As the star of the show. You sang because you needed The way it made you feel. The way it silenced and gave meaning To the swirl within As you stared up at the pebbled ceiling. The Hudson River night pressing through The bars of your windows. The white turned blue The white will turn blue When she dances with you To the same song. Beautiful bad decisions.