I sense the stillness of an entire world
the uneasiness for the few minutes to fathom
bewildered by which words to welcome the night of emergence,
the prevailing, or the discovery of pretenses.
I sense the willingness to leave,
the eager birds to hoping to be uncaged.
some jewels worn and some in the closet
some sit before the night alone and moonlit
I sense the waiting and waiting
some for nothing and some not worthy
impending rain doesn't flinch the longing
pining inside with the gates open
now myself, ive felt more no more or less
but the weight of these feelings not dare daunt me
cause what i sense tonight is a shared direction
to keep moving forward and hope there is reason
