time seems to lead me from this place
as if a dream were ended, grace
to grace, cedars scrape the heavens
grasp each face, suddenly forgiven
tears and rain
sifted through the trees, across the plain
nothing but an empire, pooled in shade
awaits another kingdom
time seems to lead me
down the rungs to nothing darkness made
slipping into softness, chaste, contained
how will you greet me, when I come
if eyes are as heavy as lips are numb?
time seems to lead me...