Dragonfly

Silent flutters; a dragonfly glides by  
Or maybe a peri, in a wise man's, mind's eye  
Enigmatically ethereal, quintessentially sublime  
Flitting through moondrops, bathed in rainshine  
   
It muses, in a hover, above the silky surface of an improbable pool  
Reflecting the silver luminescence of a rainbow askew  
A sparkling crescent of crushed crystals of ice  
Aglow from a satellites echoing light  
   
Moondrops and rainshine on a dragonfly's wings  
For all that's perceived, is perceived from within  
Belief's a pure feeling, not a need or a want  
When the entangled tangible/surreal are equiponderant  
   
Wings in a flurry, there's a peri in the rye  
Or maybe a dragonfly, if you turn a blind eye  
And the sun melts the moon and the rainbow's a cloud  
With lingering ground mist, once a pool, now a shroud  
   
Sunshine and raindrops on a dragonfly's wings  
From the source of the soul the beguiling begins  
'Twas never a peri, for those who were easily led  
Looking through blind eyes and not their essence instead