In prayer the ivory seas remain.

How can the holy light be more than just a star,  it claims the heavens near and far
It burns with passion and content 
The fires of hope and sacrament , in its pathway a trail of gold hot in partial hands to hold, in prayer the ivory seas remain,  waves of validity and to gain
The movement of a time that's past, Into the atmosphere like waves possess,  to confess that inner worry to God,  the serpent seas the victor rod, to master by the map of heaven told, a burning star in ways of old, to go unnoticed would gather tears, for it has reigned the begotten years, to protect the souls at hand in and bound to the land, each heart that seeks the night in prayer finds it waiting with dreams to spare,  in particular courage to bathe in the deep
A beautiful vow in silent sleep,  and comes to bring the daylight home followed closely by, she whom burns the deepest depths of that becoming sky.