Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Almost Recollections

Soft tinkling tones reminded me
Of one I used to be
Cast free upon the face of heav'n
Into eternity.

My fingers danced in starlit sky
I heard the angel cry
"Behold, 'tis He who reigns above
And bids the oceans dry!"

I seem to know though through a haze
The ancient one of days
Who once proven dearly friend to me -
I nigh recall his gaze.

But echoes ever draw my soul
Into eternal role
Reminding me of who I've been
And bid my life made whole. 

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