Fighting the only
Wind and offered guidance, to a new friend
Presumption in a fine array, the baser side of anarchy
To welcome the new day, to a fascination, a craving for resolution

Lots to a shrewd comment
Taken for silence of opportunity
The tale is one, of many to seem a relent
Of courage, will a happier decision in the gray, liken to unity?

Searching for the words, the tale of composition
Has a willful stare, my needs are in an elaboration by design
Truer to tell you the obvious, the travail of improvisation
Than to cover the nature of poise, we deem and doth a curious trying...

Welcome home, friend of mine
Taste and popularity, is a shroud best for composure
To come with thought and recognition, a salt for pride
And a treatise of compliment, that has situated very, with your curiosity

Meant and mind, the subtlety of origin's to be kind
Sensitivity voiced nativity, where we are the couth to seldom
A history of gift's oft nuance or need, a solitary wish in time
To signify the barriers of promises we meant, and are sure is wonder

Dole of a strong many and their austerity one day...
Patience is an awful contender, for the romance of silence
Shadowed foremost, or bespoken of light, in a raging vagueness...
Taking the time for but decency in motion, we are what we keep, as a honor to select quietness?