DRAGONFLIES AND TEARS

DRAGONFLIES AND TEARS

The only times I tend to tear, is in the morning cold
once awake, beneath dark horizon skies unknown.

Once I was a dragonfly swift on the wind
perfect wings never stopping, I hover at you side

On winds that echo laughter sweet as rolling tears
like easy softness, spring tulips, or a daffodil smile.

As I now I remember, I should have cried or could
have put a thought of you, on golden wings in flight.