In this phenomenon of life, if you stand in peace so still, You can hear the voices sing, echoes of the whippoorwill. Haunting melody seems drifting, across the clouded gentle skies. Songs of lover's hearts that beat, knowledge of their soul I surmise. Chanting, ever beckoning, from somewhere long time past.
Spirits join and then unify, in promise made of hopes to last.
Sometimes those words are broken, sorrow left upon the path behind. It seems it is the way of things, a marked destiny of mankind. But deep within me you linger, mindful of that which you gave in love. Unsure how to simply just dismiss, visions of dreams I now only write of. In this phenomenon of life, when the whippoorwill lies still.