Dusk mellows to dark, awakens to light,
Whispering mists not yet touched by the sun
Weave tales without words, silent as they run
Through the rolling fields, a momentous sight
Mesmerizing, devouring the night,
But these too shall burn away and be done
For this moment's verse will remain unsung
As its truth cannot withstand the days bright
Glare, passing not with sorrow and despair,

No, it rises, ascending to the sky
As a signal to all who bare witness.
The world seems to change, but all be aware:
We transition from one reality
To another, but the change is in us.

Whispering wind, a breath of air
A night so calm, you'll find me there
Calling upon the stars above - a beauty all should know:

I feel the sky, the night still calls
And on the ground my shadow falls,
Yet a wave of air sets me free – I love this perfect flow.

The sounds of night, a low sweet hum
And all these works have struck me dumb
So hence I shall just sit and stare – absorbed in the waning glow.

And though it's cold, and the night is long,
I remain to sit and hear this song,
Reaching down and through my soul – transcending ecstasy:

This song seems constant, though it changes
But here I wait through all the stages
Note by note, and bar by bar – its rhythm filling me.

The world still turns, and the mist still slips
With wondrous whirl I find it knits
This perfect calm billowing on – my soul is finally free.

My battle done, as well my song
And now my eyes – they weigh a tonne
I find I cannot carry on – this moment I must keep.

I go back in – no longer cold
To dream of days of new and old
At last I'll rest beneath the folds, and drift off into sleep.