and so it goes, a night unfinished, a whetted want unspent,
moist thick air ‘neath foggy eve, a heady, thick, sweet scent.
wanted more, to see, to take, the velveteen bayou,
parting the clouds, to find therein a freshly fallen dew
riding on over softly sloped hills of faintly familiar space
the thought rides by, that perhaps its time to stop the endless chase.
look into the sky, i see so much, but im not sure what i see,
a full of something overflowing with pent up mystery.
start to go, and on a whim, i go back for some more,
taking of that soft sweet dream, i left upon the shore.
feeling the rain, hearing the call, i run out into the night ,
and moistened by natures perfect fall i spread my wings in flight.