in the squall

when the breath of eve takes your arms
to fly high over the sharps and harms
whisper riddance to the dreams
as the approaching night takes it all, it seems

later, with a crescendo, first the notes
arrives a revelation, a reversal of motes
where the creation of life in harmony flows
then come the lyrical tears, and everyone knows

that there are always new days
whence the fortune stays
as the sunbeams dissolve the mist
and those whose eyes awaken are kissed

by the nature of water and air
and in the squall of this passing fair
who can find a quiet time of love
for both innocence and nightmares shine in stars above

so sing the heavens to those who wait
and become the smallest part in an ultimate fate
of whatever you might believe
whilst striving for such a freedom yet to conceive

©2011 Hey Hey