In the quiet calm,
in the crisp night air,
the silent longing is present.

All that chance
has ruined, brushed
aside and trampled; will not
go quietly yet.

Beautiful twilight
before the dawn seems
peace has come to call.

Like the leaves in autumn,
raked and bagged.Pitched aside
emotions stuffed and denied.

Opportunity always
too much to consider.
What if the birds of spring
did not return?

How should the chorus
greet the band?

Always that which is
destined for discovery imposes
it's will into your life.