it all began with myself, the fragran wisp of trials strolling through gardens blind, seeking a blossoms smile a came upon a mortal dream, sought 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 uncharted seas 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, growth and change, never exchange what is lasting, truth will never taint or spoil costumed in grace