Confession in the Dark
Who created the visible things
And the things that are invisible to dreams you have given support to
Souls spread, blowers untouchable
And you named snowflakes in the cold
Silver trout like strings of light
They're floating through the night dark ink
In silence, the fish ask the wanderer as a witness
- Miracle - Sun spills hidden in the morning
Which uncover the world's unusual matter
And you'll even let her cut the throne of the Cross.
You have spread your star handmaiden in heaven
And you will teach us to whisper the name of her Son
