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…
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