Delirious symphony whispers dreams behind languid walls
Frantic for release like a butterfly beating its wings
Against the walls of finely spun thread which bind it.
The longer the struggle, the frailer the walls,
The stronger the dreams, the louder the symphony,
Till breathless beauty breaks forth in
Dazzling colors, full of the music that made them bright.
Freedom of flight awaits the persevering soul
With an undreamt magnitude of grace and glory
Lighting the atmosphere for those who follow—
Who dream, who need to know that dreams can come
Thundering through the twilight of despair
(Those finely spun threads of habitually dashed hopes).
Ah, beautiful butterfly bound in secrecy,
Fight on for that which is your due…
Boundless hope and joy of being
That touches the hardest heart with its unexpectedness.
Your masterpiece of dreams fulfilled bursts forth
And gives strength to other, still struggling, dreamers.
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