The Dragonfly born out of dreams
-Faruque Sayed, Silkeborg,Denmark.
Upon the pond my dragonfly flits and gleams,
A shard of sunlight, born out of my dreams.
Her wings of glass in colors play,
They catch the gold of fading day.
She skims the reeds, she dips, she flies,
She is a dancer under joyous summer skies.
No sound she makes, yet all around,
The air is trembling – soft and profound.
So elegant her life, so bright her art,
A flying jewel, in the core of my heart!