The Mating-Skyborn

 The rush of wings beating against the air,
 fill the sky with haunting songs of freedom,
 as vast glistening forms dance upon lightning,
 colours spinning out in bright prismed array,
 blazing within a bluewhite corona shining.
 Rain falls in sheets, splashing, laughing,
 covering the brilliantly twirling dragons,
 as they dance to the thunder's musical notes,
 celebrating life and one another, joyfully.
 Taloned hands caressing, as they soar, part,
 and rush at one another, gently touching.
 The crash of a monstrous bolt as they merge,
 sunders the luminous sky and damp earth below.
 Soaring voices raised in ecstacy and rapture,
 as they plummet writhing to the earth, fulfilled,
 wrapped within one another's souls soaring.
 The earth rushes to greet them, smiling,
 until with a gentle snap of powerful wings,
 they drift lazily to the entrance of a lair,
 still entwined, rumbling purrs deep and soft,
 and then they are gone from sight, hidden.
 But the glory of their flight is burned,
 upon the ether and upon their hearts, forever.