The Dragonfly’s Song

A brief life of beauty

by your time, yet

I drink often from the pool of joy

where I lived in the shallows

a colorless nymph

overlooked by most, feared by a few

for my primitive form

I grew used to density

The murky depths

of transformation

requires stillness

the body in stasis

on the outside only

Emergence appears fragile

leaving the old behind takes time

but for those who can wait

magic unfurls in winged

cathedrals to the sun

and the sky opens in a union

of love for all willing to fly

beyond fear