Oil On Panel - Wovenhand

The color has left you

No your colors fall

For her no one dreams

I’ve made a covenant with my eyes

All lust lashes out

When do I blink my love

Blink on illusion

On this warm bed of feathers my dove

Already gone

I never heard it come in

Life not mine to be taken

My mind not mine to be lost

I paint them roughly

I paint them in my sleep

Ira

Gula

Luxuria

Heavy as their holes are deep

Roma

Roma

Where is my country

Wholly in his hands

Worthy in his eye

You and I

I paint them roughly

I paint them in my sleep

Ira

Gula

Luxuria

Heavy as their holes are deep

Roma

Roma

Where is my country

Yeshua

Yeshua

Where you go take me with thee

Roma

Roma

Where is my country

Yeshua

Yeshua

Where you go take me with thee