Dragonflies

On a warm summer’s day,

They rode on a lazy breeze;

Floating, gliding, darting, banking,

Diving, spinning with ease.

Their soothing buzz filled my ears

As I drifted off to sleep;

Steadily the afternoon ebbed,

And dusk began to creep.

I woke with heavy eyes,

To the murmurs of the dark;

And alone in the night so stark,

I missed the dragonflies.