Costumed in Grace

It all began with myself, the fragrant wisp of trials
Strolling through gardens blind, seeking a blossoms smile
A came upon a mortal dream, sougt its permanence
Caught a glimpse of a world fleeting from my conscience
I can feel a calling, I can heal this longing

I understood the amber swells, the ocean in my mind
I embraced tears that gave, the inner child a place
I live these lives with a course, and sailed uncarted sea
A blessing found in itself, foretold sacred release
I can feel a calling, I can heal this longing

The cycle begins, a constant bloom, no errors known
Just understanding, thoughts collide, confusion clears
There is but love, growth and change, never exchange
What is lasting, truth will never taint or spoil
Costumed in grace