Soaked in soundless starlight,

ever-quiet Calvary

awaits the souls that journey

from the lighthouse to the sea,

awaits the spirits' coming

to the sweet betrayal tree.

Amidst the heavy curtain,

there the perfect note

lays writhing in the shallows

beneath the prison boat,

lays tortured in the darkness

with a dagger to his throat.

Here there falls a sparrow,

cold these hundred years

in sunless penance holding

for the narrow way to clear,

in peaceful solace waiting

for Eden to draw near.