time withered

Wayward winds whaling and walking down the road He road/ I thought I felt His words today a millennium away in time rewound/ I found His footsteps frozen at the base of Golgotha/ The petrified reeds of hosanna/ waved and fanned when He arrived on neither foot nor hand/ instead an ass never before ridden/ The hidden and blurry faces of the crowd gathered around in a colorful collage of flesh and fear and faith/ I wait for Him again/ this time within my heart/ this time within the clouds He has the trumpets sound/ they resonate within this atmosphere, tightly wound/ Around the time I heard the noise I vanished into thin air/