Dragon Sensory

Walking in a dream I see,
flying in the high sky above me,
Leathery wings beating,
Shiny scales glinting,
I see multicolored shapes gliding,
Swirling and swooping and winging
Lots of dragons,
their serpentine bodies gleaming.
I hear their roars
loud and deep.
From above their cry pours
as the open sky they reap.
I smell the smoke
from the fire of their jaws.
At it I nearly choke,
but I'm to filled with awe.
I feel a gust around me
ruffling my hair.
The same gust touches me
as the one they feel up there.
It rustles my clothing
completely amazing me
at how this simple wind blowing
can connect these creatures to me.
I open my mouth and then I taste
upon this billowing wind
the flowery essence of this dream place
as the dragon's above start to descend.
Now I see them swooping
and gliding to the ground.
Inviting me to ride, they're stooping
crouching ready all around.
Climbing on, I feel the scales of a myth
glinting in the sun as they shone
its body beneath me strong and lithe
with armor as smooth as river stone.
Now I feel the wind rush past
as we lift off into the sky
as if a magic spell was cast
and all there is is the dragons and I.
I feel completely free in open sky
the wind rushing past me.
It's dizzying, being up so high,
but nothing else could make me so happy.
I hear myself whooping out loud with glee
accompanied by the dragon's call
as well as the rhythmic beat of leathery wings.
The end of this I do wish to stall.
I smell the atmosphere
all clean and fresh.
There's no pollution here
this world is new and fresh.
I smell once more
the smoke from the fire
as the dragons breaths
with cries make a hazy choir.
I taste the air
dizzying my mind
still clean and fair
as we leave the smoke behind.
I see the clouds
whizzing quickly by
and the dragons flying proud;
me with my head held high.
But now I see nothing.
The world has gone black.
My eyes are lidded.
I fear that I am back.
Now I feel beneath me
my pillow under my head,
my blankets are atop me.
I'm lying on my bed.
I hear the sing-song sound
of early morning birds.
I feel as though I've been found
hearing sounds the dragons have not heard.
I smell the scent
of my burning incense
so like the dragon's smoke
I begin to reminisce.
I taste the air
and detect upon it
pancakes cooking
bacon sizzling.
Now I open my eyes
and am sad to see
that the dream has ended.
I'm back in reality.