"Wisps of Smoke"

	        With help from Rob S. Rice

	Wherefore have I been plagued with lofty dreams
        so often looming far beyond my reach
	They never will be true it sometimes seems
	and sorrow grinds my heart and spawns a breach
	It felt at times a foolish child's desire
	to feel the rush of wind beneath my wings,
	to challenge the Sun's fervour with my fire
	and roar the chorus that the dragon sings
	Is it too much to hope that someday I 
	through some means as yet unbeknownst may soar
	perchance to join the ones who rule the sky
	and live with them as brother evermore?
		I grow e'er certain that there is a way
		which I will search for past my dying day...