From Lowering Skies

Diurnal shall be your redemption

The last of spirits now leaves your body

We all act as if You are not there

Seeing is not believing

Possessional your communication

What gets inside us the moment we are born?

What was that descending?

From lowering skies

I am no One

The center of Universe

What got inside you?

The moment you were born

Could you see Him descending

Descending supreme

From lowering skies