The Moment

When the moment comes
The wind will blow from the east
Bringing dark clouds to follow grey
And cold rain or lightening and thunder
Or the sun can give its place to the moon
So the dark drifts down below its night
Until enchanted stars awaken, bright
Then you found a larger change
That never repeats itself

We often fail to notice change
Among all things we'll never tame
So they easily often wander
In and out-of blank refrain
As if we simply owned them
Or held their changing leash
So we could make a weather suit
Holding breaths or eating peach

It is the quieter turns of change
Like birth and love and death
That touch us unexpectedly
And only here or there
These seem so very personal
And by far too-extra large
To simply only happen when
Their waking moment stirs