One last thought as night settles nearby
Would an answer sustain a need
That compels our nature to know
Or might possibly another notion
Creep inside the mind
And fester never allowing a breath
To satisfy that quest driven desire

A new day arose when the sounds changed
Their mood and we could rise
Above the futile noise
Of some might call the human condition
Always searching always lacking
Some trigger of reckoning
Some emotional response
Suggest to me your ideals
And might then the sun
Rise slowly again
From the western sky instead

For as He might be interpreted
It is She that decides our outcome
No matter the strain, the sacrifice
The satisfaction guaranteed
Always still there remains
A moment we flout that almost
Certainly over-rides a climax in doubt

When a single flower blooms in a forest
Our only surrounding world takes notice