I, too, am heir to blunder.
Likened to the Graceful stallion...

Showered sacrament,
By the grace of His hand...

Sequestered beneath the vortex is my mind
The mass of emotion, the knowing of you...

And we shall not rave to the infidels,
Let us become calm as they diverge...

Suddenly I have lost you
Your disposition shifting like the hands of time...

And I was the unbound traveler.
Daily I moved about never remaining still...

Because of everything that you are
and everything that you stand for...

Suddenly I am submerged in the depth you,
my shallow forethoughts of companionship...

In the twilight of tranquility,
You may hear his tune...

Am I not the one you know,
The voice that heralds your worth...