Between the sunlight and the shadows
Goes the dragonfly
Between dark forest and glad meadows
Between earth and skies
Between the songs of the night
And the echoes of the day
Between the times
Of dreams and snows
Flies the dragonfly
Who finds the way
With many-windowed eyes
In the green
Morning–who remembers the light,
Who, clad in armor of purple and blue,
Defends the sacred rose,
Who hovers and gleams among the dew,
Then climbs
In his boat of clouds between
The high, white
Cliffs of sunrise
To dragon dawns anew.
Photo: © Andrey Kanyshev / Dreamstime.com
Written around 1998
Wonderful poem. Is the photo a photo or is it a painting? It’s beautiful!
Thanks, Lia.
It’s a photo I took yesterday at Zion’s National Park. I’m glad you like it.
quite a gorgeous photo, that.
Thank you!