An evening , a slow rock and ...

O this evening
Is filling
me with slow
A snow as if falling
Like a rock ...

Like a dream falling
Pouring this small space
As You cometh
In your purest phase...

An evening
Coming to an end
Like a proper bend
Of a weary road,
Home bound,
With a slow
Getting finally
time to stand bare
Before You
Pure,

Like standing at The Door
Which gotten by You
At the begin
Of a morn sublime
Opened...

Same,
Slow
Only like a drum beat
Falling suiting
The late evening street,
Weary,
Homebound,

(Note: on listening a slow rock while returning home,)