The Arms of Possibility

Put down the papers

and turn from the screens,

pick up a pen or

take time to sing;

for you're damned either way

you direct your life,

but right now is unlike

all other nights. 

After so many evenings

of monot'nous change,

calm has, at last,

taken her place. 

Maybe forever

will never be,

but forever will surely

always see

that today existed, 

that a choice was made. 

Maybe it was absence,

or something as great;

but whatever lit up

the latest great dark

will forever be guilty 

for now's second half.