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"A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory" |
Dragonflies Dragonflies from years gone by, in fields drenched in sun Its funny how the years just fly, ironic how they run 'midst fireflies and fairies lost, at feet of gardens past Dreams dropped harden, rise in cost, with dragons fleeting fast Metalic tints and membraned wings, they glisten in the air Cast sepia with other things, 'tween locks of flaxen hair In pools such fledgling notions hang, suspended 'neath the glass Looking for the songs we sang, emboldened by the brass Framing water lost in time, cost without a care Trust and reason lost in rhyme, coming up for air Flyers for another day, a future long past, spent Beneath a sun, shone endless... play in fields heaven sent Hopes and dreams, with wings that shone, through flightpaths skewed, oblique Notions dreamt long, built upon, foundations raised too weak Dragonflies with wings of glass, reflective in the sun Butterflies still flood the pass ... with fireflies that run Racing through their gardens brief, with moments, perfect, saved Preserved in mind, where life is leafed, in memory, long craved Chances spent, now been and gone, the times that slipped, we missed Dragonflies, their light long shone, with summers never kissed Cross fields, forests... dragon's blaze, flying for the sun Chances locked beneath the glaze, glistening, they run round carparks, fields, forests, green, such flyers, posted... vie 'neath canopies, bleed hearts unseen, such dragons, they still fly through a glass, looked darkly, spun, through rainbows, monochrome By night a moon shines starkly, won ... we face the dawn alone A dawn sung silent, deep in hoods, so silent, does she stir? I guess we'll always have the woods, as noisy as they were Dragonflies from days gone by, remembered evermore We watch them, ever graceful fly, ... in memory... they soar Inspired from personal experience with a dash of Leanord Nimmoy, RIP |