Dragon Fly

Dragonflies in the summer sun.
Long days, warm nights have just begun.
The water courses down the stream.
Calming sounds just like in dreams.
Rocks jut all around.
Jagged edges, cliffs abound.
But round the bend, if you look close,
Seats have smoothed as if to host.
We ventured down to frolic and play,
And temper the heat on this bright June day.

I daydream of dragons, and I think of strength.
And going the distance, no matter the length.
They have a power oft misunderstood.
A fear they will burn us, just ‘cause they could.
But I know in the fire lies so much more.
It’s the sign of a passion ignited at core.
It is not trouble they start out to bring.
It is simply their song they are longing to sing.

“Fly, dragon, fly!,” I am yearning to speak.
“Just like your brethren splend’ring ‘round this here creek.”
That part inside me that wants to come forth,
A chance to let guide me as if my true north.
The ache is the compass and mine brought me here.
Resplendent nature with those I hold dear.
Inspiration in each translucent wing.
Knowing freedom is a delicate thing.
Beautiful creatures, they live full and live quick.
And while they are here, they make it magic.

*Photo editing by Oliver Paliy