Dance of the dragon-fly

In closed waters where fish won’t swim,
in those dark pools of bitter memories
there seems no sand beneath the surface.
We were sad here, remember.

We cried because the world was bad
and we were too young
to live beyond pain.

See now how a dragon-fly sets off
for a moment of her own,
she dances in the mirror.
The sky is breaking blue.

Now we have returned to the banks,
not to remember how we felt
but to celebrate our intimacy.

The sun displays her shining pearls
and gives a beam of brightness
back to the silent wood. I know
it is because of you the dragon-fly shows off.

Comments on: "Dance of the dragon-fly" (10)

  1. A dragonfly that dances like in the middle stanza is my kind of dragonfly.

  2. This is beautiful. Love your images, the story they tell.

  3. Perfect in every way Ina…

  4. Lovely images, especially in relationship to the dragonfly! They are magical and I can believe a little flirtatious, too. πŸ™‚ XO ❀

    • Thank you Diane πŸ™‚ I used to be a little scared of them as a child, as they are rather big, but now I enjoy their beauty πŸ™‚ ❀ xxx

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