Memory Song

Memory songs:

Fields of hand painted butterflies
That have grazed God's radiance
When He colored them in truth,
There we were when we first met.

Plucking cords on the breeze
Around curved rocks shaped by songs
Of centuries untold to mortals
We met in our ignorance of where we were.

Present fix:

(Still contemplating it)

Future dreams:

Dreaming of healthy grass
Sheltered by the mild morning sun
Spreading its divine wings above
Lives and everything within its stride.

Songs sent out into time searching for me
The sinner turned saint, sent to save souls
On undefined shores of hidden nations.