The long night is over.
The horizon holding back
The rising sun
Is an illusion.
Welcome the light
That never left
And make with it
Your daily worship.
The long night is over.
The horizon holding back
The rising sun
Is an illusion.
Welcome the light
That never left
And make with it
Your daily worship.
And an interesting blog came to an end? Good stuff, here.
Illumination, when otherwise obscured, can at least silhouette ghosts of itself. (Thanks for keeping the blog online.)