Red Dragonfly

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