Falling shadows; rising stars. Night embraces earth; the midnight calm makes still the raging soul. Visions of the night; dreams of tomorrow; the seer wakens to the dawn of crackling stars.
Their works follow; like Eden’s rushing waters their voice made strong; in the new world, clothed as star-light— glory. Birth-pangs many— but in their soul, pathos stirs; the kingdom comes. Cosmic birthings not yet seen— to the “now” fused as one; veiled in flesh— jars of clay. In the twinkling of an eye; trumpets sound; stardust made luminous— immortal.