Dragonfly Magic

(Dedicated to my Muse)

 

Gossamer wings beat to keep the beast afloat.

Fleeting, floating, how does the creature fly?

 

Magic is dispersed from the strokes put forth,

And your luck is changed with every motion made.

 

Laughter, tears, and hopes all rush through your brain.

Your soul flutters; your heart can feel the love and caring.

 

Encased in a cube of promise, many sides to see the creature.

See it, touch it, and revel in its beauty every night, every day.