my heart is a dragonfly
wings dancing across the water.
i am full with joy when i move.
when i rest
it is for the shortest moment
on the swaying tip of a reed.
my heart does not know
where i am nor where i go
my heart is full with death
and wild loneliness
through black dense night.
i do not know who i am
nor who i will be.
my heart is full with pain
and frozen tears.
i do not know a path,
i am here and there.
my heart is full with silent screams
in the prison of my bed
and in my suffocated need.
the light is cruel,
it burns my soul.
my heart is a dragonfly
hovering in my mind.
i cannot be near,
i cannot be far.
i drown in the pond
when i touch down,
i forget to fly
when i think.
my heart is a dragonfly,
it only knows to live and to die.
no talk,
no silence,
no non-acting
will cure my soul.
here is no space to fly
but noise in my brain,
humming of words
and pain and wings.
i must, i think,
must fly alone.
is it sad?
is freedom sad?
