The Dragonfly

Soaring, perfect dragonfly,

Prince of lower regions of the sky,

Diving through the sun's pale light,

The lesser-winged scatter

Before your might.

Swift, certain dragonfly,

Deadly gaze firing low and high,

Your rule extends to both shores of night,

The lesser-winged flee

At your sight.

Armored, fabulous dragonfly,

The hum of your wings is Nature's sigh.

How I've longed on summer days

Oh, to ride on your back

Just a little ways.