rarely

rarely do trees cut such stark silhouettes in the night sky

'neath man-lit clouds, the city sleeps restlessly

the taste of "the beautiful hollow by the broad bay"

Islay meets Fuente and melds with angel tears
not just close to nature
soak it up and let it soak in
in it and among it and imbibing it
late nights with light skies

that's why i sing

lord, i wanna yearn for you

i wanna burn with passion over you

and only you

your strength is made perfect
when i am weak
and all that i cling to
i lay at your feet
your grace is sufficient for me