_Resonance_

There was this small memory
of the days we were born
There was this little light
The resonance of god

There was a bit pleasure
Of undone composure
there was still a puzzle
which was locked right down under

Which refused to grow
As I heightened my pride
Started to prick
with pleasures of sight

Any chances of words
it blew out of cover
Grew out to shiver
with sounds it deliver

A squeak of the thunder
deep underground
With might as the gods
There resonance of sound

With passage of time
We became as one
No sight distraught it
It made me his son

And now as I walk
I let out the sound
And as i still talk
the resonance of God.