Dragonflies

It glistens like water drops on such a green leaf
Greener its body, cobalt blue notes on a wing
I'm looking for something to relive the relief
That watching them fly long ago used to bring

The water now call us, in the wet Summertime
Iridiscent ways to say that it's all the same thing
Sticky with mud we will fly up on high
Strong like the breeze, thin like a colourless wing

That's what they dreamed of when they made
Churches with stained glass, light spectra that dance
Unbreakable Truth in creatures that fade

They help us to see up above what is certain
To break out from the shackles that trap up in good sense
And the sky and our dreams are now more than a curtain