Laying Aside A Daisies Hymn

Resurrected ~ From the pillars of the dim.
His sight engaged upon.. A daisies hymn.. 

Running mid the wild flowers.. Playing fast..
Alongside beauty ~ Whilst he stood aghast..

Catching a mountains view.. Seeking shelter..
Alongside a meadow ~ Causing a stir..

Where tears lay golden.. Mid streams of lasting...
Embracing love the same.. Whilst bounties ring...

Laying mid the sunlight...  Long hair with colors...
Of darkly shades... Mid faint warm cures... 

Blowing soft manners his way ~ Breaking old..
And lonely... Mid stories never told..

Mid his lifetime ~ Of longing for love.... 
That would last... Like passion from high above...

A  once broken moment mid time ~ Restored..
With living and breathing.. Purely adored..

Whilst he dances.. Mid a pledge of giving...
Unafraid of the hinged... Part of a swing...

A flying thing that sings...  A song awoken...
By stars that tell the night ~ Of still within... 

Mid her light that shines upon.. His stay...
Unworried of weary... Waiting for the day..

Praying for tomorrow.. Where they take the deep..
To the end.. Mid dew of their hearts to keep...

Mid the meadows... Where daisies are reborn..
Far from windy seas.. Mid breath of new morn...

Finding their way to another ~ Held tight... 
By their hope.. Bound by embracing delight..

Both of them longing ~ For eternity..
Said by their hearts.. That shall forever be... 

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