(for Rebecca)

A dragonfly, he floats and flits;
Beguiled child of the moon.
With sapphire eyes and sultry wings;
A transformation, yet festooned—
Illumination of the night,
Awakened with perfumes of light.

A monarch perched on heaven’s breast;
Embrace of Venus’ pregnant pow’r.
Awakening and grace enmeshed;
The Zeitgeist of the final hour.
Yet sorrowful a song she hums
Of ancient whispers, dithyrambs.

With potent rays cascading bright;
The Sun’s pure kiss made whole, anew.
For radiance of love, alight;
A sacred waltz, a pas de deux.
In fantasy, the wren doth sing
Of fragrances, the dew of spring.

A monarch and a dragonfly;
That Nature should alone entrust;
Forgetting æons, worlds gone by,
With spectacles of interest.
A heav’nly hymn, a synthesis:
Dance! Dance! Dance! Metamorphosis!

This poem appears in Beyond Words Literary Magazine, Issue 49, July-August 2024, 26-27.