Sacred land.

sacred land.

Sweet daunting memories of he who sang the chorus of my souls enlight , and called my days a sombre haze, but found the praise 
of night,  

Where do the angels gather around 
I'm fond of him in light of dust
And once I loved him true as true 
And showered him in trust,

I won't let go of your complexion 
The sun Amits the heavens storm
I shall mourn you as if the tides had fallen
And the moon was dim and worn,

A cloud of sorrow filled eyes I swim
To channel home I wave a hand 
Into the deepest depths of you
My only sacred land.

 11/02/2021.