All Day Along All day along The wind has been Whispering to me To explore The leaning buds On the stony floors. Instructing me To burst forth Into some nascent song Beyond things explored Dowering of a melody From nightingale's throat An incentive to gravity Or soul stirred brevity. When the twilight spies In a hidden cry And the passions slips Into a sudden grip Then the complacency tries To gather depths of night.