Did I see an angel dancing
there beyond the cedar's shadow...

Shivering I ride along
Behind me lie the failing rays...

This Walled City
dressed in light of crystals...

This quiet moment awaits us all
there on the threshold of our tomorrows...

We are ever eager to disown the rage
of the beast lodged deep within our souls...

A Sea that once held water
spreads a gleam of white bones...

A child was told the stories of God
and listened with rising wonder...

Hanging to a thread of remembrance
consequences fall across the world...

Will you Think of me
in the odd moment's quiet tremor...

I heard a story once
of something called a River...

Do not come here old friend
if you speak sad tidings...

Come find me
when all your troubles are done...