Falling V2

Falling in & out of night flying in & out of ribbons, threads of creation that fall upon all the eternal emerald seas Golden lands stretching out before me, I touch it delicately, softly is the sound of Grace feeling the gold, setting Sun, a coming of twilight Silence before the oncoming storm the ozone the rain catching the holy light of a silvery moon, in carved chalices of ruined blackened stone rises bright, its ghosts dapple n plays intricately upon the puddles of passing rain, feeling in the coming of knight falling in and out of light, falling in and out of the silver rays of moonrise, the grace, eternal, silver planes the land vast and asleep I have decreed all I feel as it stretches out before me. I touch it softly feeling the vibrations of Grace… As light falls in and out of night Drifting through these pale fingers…