by Liam
Who comes thirsty to the fountain and spring?
The moon & stars reflected therein.
Quenching thirst first with light, with reflection and awe.
The cup flowth over with wisdom and more
Fruits foreign, sweet wine to the table this tonight.
Who is to marry the prince of light?
To greet dawns wing on a golden flush
To wrap the night in a star filled hush.
To touch the sky with a spear of fire
To hear the truth from an Angel choir
Be it truth
Be it love
Be it who
Be it you my friend
Now dusty and tired
Who at the end of this journey long
Who sipped the stars on a lonely night
Who drank from God’s goblet of light
Who sung the song till the heavens cried
Of a new life to come
Of a day fresh born
Of a souls awaking
Call out the trumpet
Call out the horn.
It’s the Prince of light who wakes the morn.
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