Late at night,
With little light,
Spare the starlight,
And moonlit sky.
The howling wind whistles,
The crashing waves wrestle,
To join in a dance,
Of harmony & tranquility,
Together they join to play a song,
Well awaited & hopefully long lasting
Causing a blast effecting everything,
Including the past.
Away from wars,
But yet so close,
To rage & engage,
The fighting stars first,
Weather in or out,
That knowledge is lost,
Unable to be found,
No matter the cost.
Those who sleep,
To dream at ease,
Require peace, if nothing more,
Sometimes reaching the center of the core.
Beyond this earth,
Covered by dirt,
Ambiguous & hidden,
Only one who is wooden,
Can fight off the illusion.
When all sleep & slumber,
I remain & wonder,
Sleep is most welcome,
Not much left to a lock down.
A world goes on,
Not one is aware of,
The cries & calls arise,
With no particular surprise.
All continue to await,
For a time with no date,
Will no one arise?
Deprived & forgotten,
There is nothing.
