I fall to the sketched echoes of my faith,
shouting beyond wet skies & open cloud...

From golden morn' I watched the ocean swell
alive with wonder, rushing into sky...

I am not experienced
at balancing my pain...

God won't leave you
when you fall again...

I carried you across
aching months of devastation...

He painted my skin with graceful bars
smudged in awestruck pen & falling hand...

You may question the motives
of the hanging sun...

Even if you're soaked with cold
and it's all you've ever known...

Chasing evening star,
you cup the fire of February...

You lift my heart upon blurry horizons,
keeping in touch with my reminiscence...

Love doesn't need an explanation
for those who fall cynically...

Cologne lingers after the leaves
of my seasonal muse...