Dragon Fly

Somehow, she knows when I need her to fly up....

 

 

What thrust the light straight to my soul

What fills that hole with smiles

What makes me stop no more to cry

-It is the Dragon Fly-

 

She flies right up to me you see

Just when I need a friend

Just when I need a ray of hope

She flies right up again.

 

I stop to take a breath of life

For that I can not help

But looking back behind you see

Her presence can be felt.

 

My Dragon Fly is way up high

Above my soul she flies

In keeping me right close at hand

She never says good-bye.

 

My special friend sent from above

To catch the tears I cry

To bring my soul from low to high

My friend the Dragon Fly.

 

 

 

Author's Note

After my mother past away.... I could be sitting in a car, on the back porch...where ever and a dragon fly would come up from no where at times. After numerous visits from different dragon flies...(maybe it was just the time of the year around July and August ?) the words to this poem came to play. Even today when I am outside I will see them. They seem to come around when I need them the most.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

When someone physically goes out of your life it doesnt mean he or she has left completely. Somehow that Wonderful Being sends them back in some guise or other so that you're never, never alone. And, do you know... those loved ones can return in different forms, not only dragonflies or whatever... just look and you'll see, or, maybe you'll hear.

Your poem is absolutely beautiful. It's sad, yet the comfort's felt and shown. Take care... see, listen.

[Brianna Brie]

This is a comforting piece of writing. There have been times when something will grab my attention long enough for me to dry the tears. Birds used to have there place in bringing comfort to me. Love this poem.