The dragons are humble today.
Look at them made of red paper
floating in the blue sky.
We are nor hungry no overeaten,
neither sober nor drunk,
lying in linen chairs near the sea,
watching the clouds,
watching the waves.
The sea is always the same
Dragons change their skin,
but also remain the same.
Only we are so volatile,
no one in the world is like us:
today we are sea and waves
and tomorrow we are stones_gardens_trees.
What happens later I know nothing.
What future puzzle is going to be
I have no idea.
Of which cosmic particles,
waves_oscillation_vibrations
our Gods will create hearts
for our future dragons
on another planet
I can only imagine.