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