As the daylight succumbs to the night

The cutting edge of the shadow maker falls

Upon my conscious

Decision surrenders to the echo of footsteps

Mixed with the faint whispering of the wind

Come, follow me

There is no regard to time or its passing

When the wind beckons for me to come

I must follow

Now the whispers of the wind have ceased

The solitude heavy with a deafening hum

In my ears

Eternity lay draped across the sands of time

The translucent glow shimmers so bright

Bridges them both

A mist of light fell over me like a cleansing wave

Restoration and jubilee swelled up in my soul

A life renewed