Dragonfly

Lo!

Will you be my dragonfly?

I can see the faded Northern lights,

they mean no meaning to me,

I read Jules Verne to go around and see,

But the love I seek,

runs apace in the wake of the creek,

I wish the defeat of all won fights.

When my soul will go dry

of the remnants of the burning sands,

the swords lost their blade,

the unyielding laugh devoid of its glade,

but the stitches in rhyme is all I have,

lemme ask you beforehand,

will you be my dragonfly?

I wait for the sun to snow,

to melt down every scarecrow,

my glances die between the lanes,

it is remorse, I so proclaims,

but still I doesn't know why to comply,

in that case,

will you be my dragonfly?

It is you, I now relate,

I wish, to you I could escalate.

I remember the springs,

a strike for no bell that rings,

but I know you know,

I know not only the vow,

but when the distant stars

will trance as neighbors,

will you come, will you end,

what we began as a task,

You know it is you on whom I rely,

Love, I further ask,

Will you be my dragonfly?

When the clock will chime my time,

I will see if I can rhyme my rhyme,

I always try, perhaps cry too,

but I've a handful of torn pages,

which haunt me. "BooO!"

I should've learned how to exemplify,

the bushes that grow like thither,

thus I need to seek whether

will you be my dragonfly?

I have got a kidney, oHh no, but two,

a pair of lungs, as well,

all seem a meaningless gale,

old brain is left to do with the dos,

I tells that life is good,

I ask I, if it’s really I’s real mood,

I tells to live,

I know I wishes to be dead,

but the beauty of the end,

as time was in Babylon to spend,

but I needs to survive,

since I knows no way to revive

the dead soul,

a toll for all the gold.

I believe in surrealism,

I believe life's an opposite prism,

when darkness will show its glow,

it is then I will know,

the dragonfly will be you,

whatever excuse you might sew,

all my truth is a sheer lie,

kept true, so to be the best sly,

but the doubt is that,

you'lln't be on my side by,

the throne is empty,

nobody never hath,

as I see, I still can't deny,

as I ask you last,

will you be my dragonfly?