The Dragonfly

This one is a damselfly.

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 / 

Written around 1998

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