Dragonfly

It always starts with a whisper. A quite before the storm. Building up to a rip, a fissure then inside eruptions kaleidoscoped palisades divided by mirrors. My eyes elope into one that sees much more clear. The fluid pours uncontested to the mouth of my river. The taste elate my sense. You can feel the current. The earth and sky with pupose. i love it, i live it, i learn it The storm hits. My imagination sprinkles. 1000 feet 500 people revolting against their captors blood falling soaked in evil. We end at the feet of the one they call master. The monarch butterflies cascade through the sky and turn it black as night. Flowers cover the bodies of people. Trees overtake all of the steeples. Mountains break ground and thunder through cathedrals good overtakes evil. Yeah that's it, this place this is where i shall leave you the chaos is over and now it turns peaceful. I hope you enjoyed this. I hope for you like me it was like a vacation. However I can't take credit. the sound that turned into music was not mine. I am just a poet that took it and framed it. I owe it to the dragonfly for he is who whispered.