The Dragon

I mount; ready to glide
All fear of crashing gone
In my confident stride
I'm ready to break
Buried in isolation for so long

Will the world stake my heart?
No, for its already ripped it apart
What is there left break?
As my fingers stroke the mirror
Of the lake;ripples starting to quake

Descending down
Yet my feet doesn't touch the ground
Falling through the air
Wind flowing pass me without a care

I fall on my promised land
He catches as we fly
The dragon and my life hanging on
By a single strand
Watching the purple sky go by