The last gust in the street
Or perhaps inside
I’ve honestly believed
This would be a new start
But it has blown over
Every storm may cease
Thine aire will not remember
The wake of dying winds
Thy world is calm again
Thou breathe free again
Rejoice in thy silence
Stillness remains
The last stir of breeze
Aires are clarified
The voice of dying winds
Will not turn the tide
It has just blown over
Every storm will cease
Thine aire will not remember
The wake of dying winds
Thy world is calm again
Thou breathe free again
Rejoice in thy silence
Stillness remains
The last motion of leaves
Could perhaps remind
Of aires without peace
Memories rewind
Thine aire does not remember
The wake of dying winds
Thy world is calm again
Thou breathe free again
Rejoice in thy silence
Stillness remains
For now thou may just smile
It is calm – for a while
But what next thy words will form
Enjoy calm before the storm
Think what thou can conjure from
The calm before another storm