An apology in other words

The moon yet to wane
The sun to rise. Yet.
Ere long. A lone quill
To scratch. Tracing a creaking line
Across a tree bark.
A paean to the gods. Mortal written.
In light ill got. Night it be to fade.
An evil thought. Quiet got. Lost faster.

To sit quiet, in oneself alone.
Stillness. It be yet a friend.
Hearing the song of the night.
To hear a shrill whistle in lofty tunnels.
Revolving. Tracing unknown dreams in the mind.

And yet this vigil be yet long. To not go easy.
A quill to race alone along a thought predetermined
A lone thought, still in the outer cold darkness.
To pause now.

A chance to be got through clever words.
To carve in apology a prose.
Tender. Quiet. A sound speaking.

If through an unintentional act of mine,
I to cause mindless grief, I take an opportunity
To deeply apologize.
Ill realizing the hurt caused to you

And yet what joy to rework time.
To be as before. To find peace again.
To realize our better days.
And to realize nothing was better than to be with you.