The Model Gospel

[Isamaya Ffrench]

When the sky moves

And the sun casts its rays

The shadow of you wakes

When the sky moves

And the sun casts its rays

The shadow of you wakes

[George Clarke & Isamaya Ffrench]

Under a sun (when the sky moves)

Out of season (and the sun casts its rays)

Awake from dreams plunging (the shadow of you wakes)

Mute cool horizons

And infinite arctic

Visions

[Isamaya Ffrench]

I am here

I speak your name in whispers

Quiet death

Your cabal has raised its mast

Hurried our marriage in panic

They were tired of nursing us here

Our aching, needing

To pull through

This black granite

This cocoon of the sleeping world

And the sun casts its rays

[George Clarke & Isamaya Ffrench]

We return

To the cement boulder (the shadow of you wakes)

To towering wells of humiliation (when the sky moves)

To those kept colonial judges (and the sun casts its rays)

Staring away toward spires for god (the shadow of you wakes)

Piercing the air

I am the sea for longing

Seer through the abstract

I am the pilgrim phantasm

Urging through the frost

I am the sea for longing

Seer through the abstract

I am the pilgrim phantasm

[George Clarke]

I am the model gospel (I am the model gospel)

I am the model gospel (I am the model gospel)

I am the model gospel (I am the model gospel)

I am the model gospel (I am the model gospel)

I am the model gospel (I am the model gospel)

I am the model gospel (I am the model gospel)

I am the model gospel (I am the model gospel)

I

[Isamaya Ffrench]

Breaching canals

Drifting back

To heaven