Gabriel in a costume

Transforming into the glare which enlightenes the stars to illume like a prayer.

Which covers the space in between in gloom like Gabriel in a costume.

Isn't god only a thought of the sky?

A Light is Home.

In which they say we die.

But we are just waiting between drome and starting to soar in between the eye of versailles.

There is no preach and no time, all is relative in a clear state of mind.