Grace

All clouds in azure at the lantern sky Would be so calling the wings of the dreams For spans in fortuitous threads The beam of love reaching into a fragrant flower By the chariot of natural order In sweet joy the hope elucidate Fire and water and chimes of the stars A close opus in the song of flame As in offering the hand of the river A kiss as right as a great ease So in such eruption witness without invest The bell of arcs in bliss without question Beyond what will should let A garden and a veil In patience though less structure Fragility encompass such a grain To ecstasy so coursing By the darkness and any call As same to seat a different page