Dawn fades to day, wilts the orchid's bloom.
Questioned light of coming Spring; of clouds spilling cool waves creating innocent hours.
New midnight sight, colorless worlds caressing remembrance, washed ashore, pulled back into the waves, evoking silence from the once chaotic weaving of a dew drenched widow's web.
God watches all with omniscient eyes, peering through time, beyond all conceivable beside the quiet looking glass pools of drowning baptism, leaving lack of redemption and edging thirst.

Spirits gather around the roadside death indefinitely finished.
His cruelest masterpiece, the waving fields of Gettysburg.
Rain blankets the cracked soil where Christ's wine poured out.
No existence without this, moon fades to sun and man denies his ******, even though the ground felt Abel bleed, and the ***** of Nod still rages,
Earth fades to dust, and the War ends in silence.