Wherefore have I been plagued with lofty dreams
that are so oft' beyond this mortal's reach?
They never will be true it sometimes seems
and sorrow threatens, this heart's walls, to breach
It felt at times a foolish child's desire
to feel the rush of wind beneath my wings,
to challenge the Sun's fervour with my fire
and with draconic voice make anthems ring
Is it too much to hope that someday I
through some means as yet unbeknownst may soar
perchance to join those rulers of the sky
and live with them as family evermore?
     I grow e'er certain that there is a way
     and I will seach for't past my dying day...

Wisps of Smoke by Jonathan C. Martin