Home At Last Poem by Ghost Writer Insomnis

Each day falls west creating a fusion of color fired by Gods' providence. Anticipation captivates every thought. Wait for it... Ah, Then it arrives; The quickening! The days' twilight adapts to the darkness of night. Stars premier an eternal light. For the first time I see clearly all that was only envisioned in the past; Soon, The Kings zenith in all of its glory cast.
For all who gain your confidence to tell,
Know, it's always been for them as well. Selah.