***if dragons were real***

it's a funny feeling  
when you say, "if dragons were real..."  
and then go on and on  
as if you cannot see me  
or don't know that i'm here.

and then i remember  
that you can't  
and you don't,  
and it's hard to really explain it, I guess,  
what seems so obvious to me.

what is it like, I wonder,  
to look at your true self  
and see a human face looking back?  
with four limbs, right where they're supposed to be,  
and nothing out of place.

what is it like to feel  
as if you truly belong in your own skin  
with human thoughts and human desires,  
and to see the world  
through perfect human eyes?

i don't know.  
and i guess that's how you feel  
when you hear me go on and on  
about the touch of the wind on my wings  
and the fire burning within my heart.

(© 2011 Cassander)