Up his sleeve.

He's got the sky rolled up his sleeve,  stars prefixed within his eyes,  a heaven that I've drempt of so long , where all the lillies lie,

He's the validity of many moons, his lips may speak of galaxies vast, he's the new beginning where sorrow seeps to past,

I know his soul is pure with light, because I've seen him shine,  and out of all the darkest thoughts, Makes sweet loving out of mine.