Faithful and of light.

Has my hearts according despair any movement yet to grow, for all the flowers grace like heaven and I wish to know

What is faithful and of light 
He sleeps in constant memories now, 

And I with waking breaths must live with disarray upon my brow

Where was time according to the light within his eyes
A shadow caused the sun to seek a depart of the skies

And only heaven knows what valley he must then walk in dying muse, and set my heart the value of a never-ending fuse

Forgotten not in times of sorrow,  where the joyous come to camp, he laid me down to pastures full of woven lillies just as damp

Frosty morning in the due, the hue was lightened by his smile
And as I breathed within his lips a closer loving while

To be of brighter gestures the wild flowers brazenly clutch
And the evening bares the sorrow of his touch

Had the grassroots any place
To rest upon in times of love
He quoted all the glorious wims then from high above 

Accustomed to the peace , the tranquility of the sky,
He had bought me here where Angels lie,

His breaths relayed a promise 
Before the end succumbed 
his heart, 
Love as our like holy grains, so sacred every part,

I know that he is resting in the residing grounds of faith,
In the spirit he's lifted higher 
no doubt at all he's safe,

Love continues to exist where my heart expananded then,
And I shall see his eyes upon me, in love then once again.