For Every Occasions (From, Even Though There Are No Reasons)

For every occasions There is something new Times cells intuitions Coming in perceptive through Tones that are found In rhythms of the near Soundings off all around From the past and year The flow of motions Slowing or fasting on Weaving thoughts erosions Till their pace is gone Rising to the inner chord Of every togetherness In the end of times toward Our own emotional cleverness For every turn of tides The song in time is rising Through deeps or barefields bides Its flavor exposure surmising To meet the unknown sky A tomorrow perhaps seeing With questions asking why Or only in time being