Dinosaur Hill Pt. 3

Dino is not forgotten, nor will bones be brittle, break.
I've seen them from afar, and in daylight they live awake,
Like throbbing, bleeding giants, in their undergrounded home
Are too aware of midgets there, who tempt deep into their dome.

I've seen these bones up close, below the blue-gold, still moonlight,
And there they dream alive and know exact the fitted right
Way they dance together and how to voice their might;
As oft in darker times same flames on mountains burn most bright.

I know without a doubt the wonder, grandiosity
Of depths and heights of this human, this singularity. 
But if the pull of context finds him separating, then me?
Well I will be his witness,
Ever madly, truly, gently.

And if the sight of things that he wants mostly to be seen, 
Are calling forth a step toward a damp impracticality,
Then tell me once to turn away, 
And, heart, it will be hard,
But for this man my love would rip the rays from it's sun's guards.