I cannot go with them,
although I also have wings,
for I am just a dragonfly,
and the cruel storms of this world
will break my wings,
and cast me down onto the rocks.
So let me hover in my garden,
between the fence posts, among the tulips,
and catch glimpses into the world.
Someday the flying horses will return:
possibly at night, perhaps in the daytime;
but without a doubt, they will return,
and when they do, the tulips will grow even more beautiful.