The Night Falls, The Wait Begins...

the night falls,
the wait begins,
the clock ticks,
the anticipation follows.

there is that chilly feeling on a sunny day
and i asked, "have the sun lost it's heat?
or the wind blowing cold wind?
so which one is it?" i do not know.

the chill sets in the bone,
then suddenly the dove flew in.
with an olive branch on her beak;
she offered solace and hope-

but that hope is not clear
but without it everything will perish
so what does this all means?
i'm sorry, i do not know.

the night falls,
the wait begins,
the clock ticks,
the anticipation follows.