Evening Lament

There is a silent wind
Blowing on my cheeks
Coming from the evening air
That is aimed at me.

What could be
What should be
What would be
My remedy
To a soliloqy
That surrounds me?

Would the lights
Be enough
And suffice
To delight
This night?

Could the music
Of the night
Be enough
To inspire
Me tonight?

Should I try
To enlight
My spirit
To a height
Of joy and laughter
As the night goes deep?

What would be?