Zion #9

You and I
at twilight
slow arrival of night, sweet
day fades
out of sight,
a howling wind
from within, rising
Your arms surround me,
take me in

hall of kings
Rising tall as night falls,
the silence it brings
air is thin,
time is still
The sky quiet, silent hill
You and I collide
One to stand
‘cross time, you and I
As the sun sets in the Promised Land

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