No idea that on that night
With wine in hand
Constellations tight
Conditions were ripe for an inner change
A silent force
Tilting the vane
Goodness knows what it might entail
He had free will
Should he send the mail?
--- Click ---
Life flowed it’s long path, steadily by
Twists and turns
In the blink of an eye
And now one evening looking back
With wine in hand
A thunder crack
He realised the click had started it all
Through free will or fate
It was pivotal
Chapter and verse stemmed from that night
So long ago
Almost out of sight
The night he knew without it he’d fail
And found the courage
To sent the mail