The time may flow like the wind on a calm day,
Or rush like a torrent as it all turns gray,
A brief detour on this most fateful tale,
The tide is heavy yet the brave prevail,
I turn into the wind to catch a glimpse,
Fight my demons and ever since,
The wind seems cruel in the piercing gale,
Like a thousand needles why so frail,
The harbinger looms near with a wicked smile,
Cloaked as a red dragonfly for this trial,
It flutters close so I can see it tremor,
The wind cast away it's final glimmer,
Till one day we may see it fly again,
But for now it sinks and shall never swim
