Tis always felt that dusk is the most
Pleasant and caressing time of the day
World is hidden in it's timidity outside
window's pane, as bugs buzz somber
On fallen shadows of light
I feel places that are outside this house
but inside my soul,places only He could be
Everywhere, but only here.
This moment so blinding, so paralyzing
Summer heat cools back months into springING
backwards toward Good Friday's,nails dipped blood splattered winey vinegar,
A meeting to occur, spoken in the wind
From voices of old
He cast it preordained
Before it was me to Him
One reason why He bled
banishing my sin
