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And no wind


Fierce the winds of reality on wings of painted feelings,
searching for that flower which holds the sweet nectar
Still fighting for that vision that brings hope
as dust and particles of sanity soar past at frightening speeds

Dark clouds seem to touch your frail body,
falling down from angered skies, constantly sustained
For this low pressure folds in the ingredients of sorrow,
while gardens dry into barren wastelands of locked gates

Fighting as you will, strength seems to sneak out the screened door
Weakness lands at your front step, ringing the bell
as the gusts beat you back even further than before
and rains have entered the picture on a calendar page

You, of yearning heart, are sadly a butterfly in a hurricane,
flapping your wings, forcing yourself against the gale
Trying desperately to reach the smiles which once found your face,
Ever tiring as moments from behind come into focus again

A rainbow of shimmering light appears, yet no sun has broken though
Magnificent auras on the walls of cherished dreams form
and the winds subside, at least in your path as  
one thousand butterflies appear to deflect the blustery winds

Loved ones from miles away have gathered, holding fast
of your desires, protecting you as you seek
answers and solutions of a brittle nature now strong,
as any garden wall may stand…they have found your smile    
  
Like a kaleidoscope born of a fearless shield,
friendships carve this path in a steadfast motion
For it is you sweet butterfly who are loved
and no wind shall deter you again