All I desire is to rest on the shores of your cloak.
To be able to hear the sound of trumpets playing softly in the distant seas.
Taste the deep blue beyond the breathtaking,
and understand the Author of the making.
I hear the ambience of the angels.
Amber pouring from their open mouths.
Glowing and coming forth from the clouds.
Expansion upon expansion.
Everlasting to everlasting.
[more to come…? no idea…]
