The light before the waning hours
flickers, never glows
Amidst the reaching mountain tops
and trickling streams below
It’s my recollection hide-away
my valley of recall
The setting where I reminisce
my days of rise and fall
And in the deepness of the mist
which settles in the field
A self-hypnotic feeling
a command to which I yield
It presents the greatest questions
that a man can ever find
It asks the wheres and whys of life
and thoughts of former times
Love has no
shelter, can't you see
The evening air comforts me
And throughout nature’s stillest hours
where sound is seldom heard
I contemplate on why I’m here
what purpose I’m to serve
For I feel it is my duty
to contribute what I can
For only when I find myself
can I be called a man