Dragonfly

Silent flutters; a dragonfly glides by

Or maybe a peri, in a wise man's, minds eye

Enigmatically ethereal, quintessentially sublime

Flitting through moondrops, bathed in rainshine

It muses, in a hover, above the silky surface of an improbable pool

Reflecting the silver luminescence of a rainbow askew

A sparkling crescent of crushed crystals of ice

Aglow from a satellites echoing light

Moondrops and rainshine on a dragonfly's wings

For all that's perceived, is perceived from within

Belief's a pure feeling, not a need or a want

When the entangled tangible/surreal are equiponderant

Wings in a flurry, there's a peri in the rye

Or maybe a dragonfly, if you turn a blind eye

And the sun melts the moon and the rainbow's a cloud

With lingering ground mist, once a pool, now a shroud

Sunshine and raindrops on a dragonfly's wings

From the source of the soul the beguiling begins

'Twas never a peri, for those who were easily led

Looking through blind eyes and not their essence instead