It is he who guards me heart, my soul with fire, and a fierceness inherent to him... His wings spread wide, to shield me from the the arrows coming my way. his breath warms me on nights when I am cold. He is and always will be, my dragon... he comes to me in the haze of my dreams, on wings made of moondust, and breath gathered from the sun. His wings fan me to cool me while my visions burn me up. He understands me, and knows me, and he wants to keep me safe, as much from myself as those who would harm me. his eyes glitter deeply red, his forked tongue escapes his lips, to show the pointed teeth. My dragon, my master he is me. A poem by Tammy� 2001 music: "Astronomy Domain" - Pink Floyd