The Fountain of Light

The evening sun falls with grace,
and the ever exuding light filters through the sky,
blending and bending and rending,
with colors dancing and prancing and glowing,
and the shadows growing and flowing and showing.

The Darkness is coming and you know it's near,
but the last light of day is Bowing,
and you just want to listen to the distant echos
blowing in the wind all to welcome

In your memory of all the times you spent
dreaming of a time like this,
you never dreamed you'd be alone,
cause all those times,
you knew,
God was with you.