Trailing in the Clouds of Glory
omnious, purest of peace
midnight moon 's trance
sensitive emotions press
oh! life's blessed moments

Seeking beyond the realm
wonders of life written,
our souls deep, yes,
stalwart years of
purest stealth

Tears flowing at the point
of no returning now, glory
is seeking the measure
of love's moonbeams,
pristine of light

Onto the fold of our light,
cherished beyond the trailing
exquisit moonbeams as we sight
sensitive peace

A sunbeam to shine upon you,
a moonbeam to charm you
a sheltering angel,
to protect you
may you be blessed
always in the realm
pristine of light

~ Trailing in the Clouds of Glory ~