As living remnants of the reflection

We carry the hidden streak of perfection

It rests behind clouds hiding the brilliance

It’s experienced not just in stillness

But also in a continuous flow

In and out of an eternal grotto

A gentle force that’s wasted

On pleasures forgotten once tasted

Our eyesight isn’t sharp enough

To see the soul in the buff

We are very close

When the mind’s in restful repose

Our veins will become stained with the ink of peace

That never dries, befriending heartbeats

To keep it flowing as the river of love

In every reflection of the light from above