five right zero two

surely i still sing for you
ribbons of your hair,in the colors
describing, displaying.. we are still everything we were
the marble stair in which you stand still makes a perfect bed
the words you still speak.. ever my own
yet i will never deny this, now reality is tangible
i picture clearly what is permanent, the impossible future He holds
simple, we think... what will He cause me to forget...
until...memory of perfection
[in His hands, what is not of me, He will fashion His world to complete and one day... ]