The swords have cast The shields have fallen But let me assure you It will not be in vain Tonight will never be forgotten Is tonight but a number? Yet another day in a never ending sequence? The sun and the moon know no hours No minutes No seconds They are the free ones What is time? What is a minute? It can be as long or as short as you desire The joy of love compels you to grip the handlebars of time Yet the anguish of the aftermath slams hard on the breaks Perhaps tonight is just a state of mind A half-forgotten distant memory Like the smell of her freshly tossed wavy hair Blowing in harmony with the wind But tonight does not travel with the wind As it is not just a memory But an idea A thought It is real in the sense that while people can change People can be changed Ideas remain constant How they are acted upon change But the ideas remain the same Change If change is a pot-bellied man on a tight rope And it fails and fails Not due to the lack of will But due to the lack of possibility If change is yet another vague concept that has no use Then I must know Isn’t change found not in the outcome, but the right to try? Tonight is now You cannot feel it It is not tangible It is but the very moment in which has just passed as these words gloss over your eyes Tonight is tonight for just a moment until now the moment has passed But what happens in the day? The quiet morning after the raging storm Does change drain away? Is it a thundering storm? Who’s effects are washed away by reason as the sun rises Although the storm may be forgotten The rainbow shines on But let us remember what has occurred here tonight Let us feel the change in the blood in our veins In the water going down our drain In the soft sounds heard on a quiet city streets The rumblings from far beneath the hum of a train Rising up from the depths of the conscience To a center stage where one is all and all is one Let us remember that tonight is not just a night But that tonight will live on forever
