The Dreadful Dragonfly

An old man tries to find his wings. Once he flew up near his puppet strings. A calm loving stare between his wondering eyes. Remembering that day as he search the sky. A stinging passion near the bees. A sad spirit man who lost his mate oversees. Ninety years old and still time counting. His heart full lifeboat because he’s drowning. He once was a pilot, a army man in disguise. Hawk eyes sounds in his spirit which cries and cries. He stands to his feet one last time. He builds up some new wings and begins to climb. Stretching his long dusty old legs up the latter. His wings connected to his shoulders as he reaches up higher. He looks down towards the empty black hole scared. He shifts his eyes up looking pass the stars with a heart beat dared. He starts to take a deep long breath. He thinks if he does this what will his family have left. The dreadful dragonfly leaves out his spirit. Before he can jump he’s made it faster to heaven, a world record speed, more faster then when he was a pilot. A tombstone’s remembrance was not suicidal. His departure was accurate and was not a dismissal. A determined soul now has his new wings, forever and ever reigning with the King.