Dragonfly

Hair like a newborn sunrise,
She sings her happiness in the night;
Her amber lips entice,
She moves like no one is in sight;

Body of a million six-pence,
Bestowed touches on it;
Still see the notes' speaking crests,
Like time does stood or sit;

Her graceful hands do is talk,
She minds no blur nor nuisance;
She voyaged as her thoughts walk,
She gives no mere ignorance.