Inspiration Lost and Found.

All that is completed has come to pass Like a midnight brigand in shadow Comfort longed interminably where none is found Endless searches for sweet contentment Of the approaching dawns pleasing rays That gladly warms my frigid features Esteeming the forlorn and empty of heart A moment of reprieval shouted skyward The time to begin again penning raw poetry Spouting from the depths of my spirit Now free in eternal flight to ignorant ears It has all come to pass that which is complete Still all that it is has yet to be born It is the hope that carries me distant Under the darkened skies of the tempest And yet tranquil guiding me forward Although I recognize it’s time is finite