I saw a dragonfly waltz above your voice.
You never knew how the sound drew wings...
how hearts soared and memories danced
on the floor of fading proms.
I watched old women lose their frailty,
middle age men grow hair
and children frolic as if you had brought them the meadow.
I tried to tell you that angels had chosen you as home
to anything they wished to sing,
but your father kept plugging your ears
and you let him
because obedience has a similar pitch to flight
until you're actually mid-air
and finally out of bounds.
You stood in your own regard,
which is always a mistake,
and let it transform your opinion.
I tried to tell you
what the dragonflies know.
|HSS Concert September 2012|