The King Who Waits

I burn the quiet bright horizon
in the evening it will come
the falling of the world's sun
and the leaving of us all

It brings a tidal wave of golden
flushing all that's calm and green
and show us all the way of holding
to the ones that we hold dear

I saw the doves dancing in circles
flying high above the sea
in the evening light of purple
they dance away the worried ways

And all the lonely shores of wisdom
with their age old knowledge found
through ancient times into a kingdom
where the king waits for the call

And in his hands a frozen tremble
and a nervousness is felt
for he waits in his old temple
for the calling of us all