A string of soft celestial lights embraced our music’s final strains
As steady whispers segued to the scattered sounds of love"s refrain —
The clockwork cadence of your footsteps, and a breath I held too long
Is it safe to let my soul reveal me, or speak to you in song?
Rhythms of remembrance linger where your clouds of perfume fell
Your after-glow shone brighter than the glass of Sainte-Chappelle
Framed like a fallen angel in the midnight ebony
Is it safe to let our hearts redeem us, or your faith unburden me?
I am home from Gethsemane
I am back from the garden
Beneath the sheets of a sure rain
And your love’s final pardon
We are home from Gethsemane
We are back from the garden
I saw the morning break through auburn skies,
as steady sunlight kissed the trees
Silver sheens
