Rapture - Falconer

Hail the welkin’s evening gown

And the diamonds up high

I write my ode full of awe

Under turning night skies

See the touch of the divine

On the canvas sublime

See the stars meet their end

As the new day ascends

Into the bower of bosky vaults

Upon the misty pathway

To be draped by the moon

And by its gloomy veil

I hear a solemn serenade

All my demons away

Drink the wine of the dark

And feel the light of the day

Upon the shoulders of mountain high

Upon the boulders of grey

Covered by autumn clouds

As the sights fade away

Behold a silent majesty

Standing lonely and proud

In its marvel and its might

In its misty shroud

Winds and storms, lakes rivers and seas

Sun and sky, land, forests and heaths

Mark well what is said here

As I’m filled with rapture

I sail on raging waves

Onto a distant shore

Cross the vast seven seas

I feel peace in the storms

Fear the darkness of the deep

Ever present the void

As alone as one can be

I feel nothing but joy