Life of late...?
Solemn today, and singing to the sun...
Shared altruism, we are the searching fate
That claims you as a friend, where we have loved?

Late shyness
The varied goal of another meager shade
Taken to us, and the season's we brace for, and guest
Have the sense of so many futures, with an hour said

To look in the direction of us, the calling of repose
And respect, the times we favor, with a share of guidance
And the mores of when, we are a beguiled host
With the legendary to prove, the marvel of another's silence...

Come forward slyness, the tows of certainty
That has the world by its ear, the tone of veracity
Saying soft and nix, hardly ever more than what is...
The role of admiration is a handful of flowers, for a better keep?

Somber news for a spry attitude, the exception and the powers that lead?
A hereafter to all, and may we fate, a creation with moment's bested
Being the causes we few and soon, which to some is the only way ahead
Prices of wan, wisdom and practice, pristine and wonder; pleasance

Shadows we never could, without couth in our arms, if not secrets...
Same side of accept as a found friend, that has a live, not lucre?
Callous focus and the sordid exchange of comprehension in methods...
Despair we heed, and excuse with a strength if liberty has it to serve