Standing on golden galaxies. Elvis Presley

How many golden galaxies do you stand upon
Are they grains of sand glowing like our newest golden songs
Do you feel us move with the oldest vibrations
Do you talk to every ear of devine creation
So softly we can't even hear
Do you flood our loves with golden tears
As we watch them crying over the simplest jet white cares
Do you float still on the fount of whales with every call of an angels given name
Shall we say we love you more than your body lost in pictures
Shall we breath your tender lords of sky
For your love moulds true sweet eye for a piece to teach this peaceful cry
With your ascended mastery
Refined by mans hand each devinely chosen gifted song to your maker their
Is having endless an energy easy to pair
With creatorship cocreating heavens loving air
Can I hear your hand in every beat of your guitar
Wrapped around each love tender and winged
Is your pen filled with destinies prayer afar
Will you raise these grandchildren till we feel beyond joy into rapture
Will you wing our thoughts in life's softest flowing arm
Are they laughing so loud and proud of your endless inner child whilst father's copy your movement that bring knowledge out of the tears
Can the streaming rainbows of fate allow
the shyest girl and the high pitched boy
To poise like you danced beyond your steady and shaky notes once scribed
While now melodic voices make you float
Are you writing without our bard on independent knees of knowledge
Or carried with light on the strong pulls of souls endless tide
beside your seated rapture in amazing grace
Can you forgive us our endless glare passing through your shooting star
As our lifetimes fear not loved still in passions sacred care and in thee
On socials modern and healing faces timelessnot and sought of our devine prayers got by Father Mother God
Can likes and saves, repeats and games
Compare to being with your higher selfs shared tames
As you greet the devine mothers again up there.
Does he that chooses the egg, sack or mutation
Offer the yolk of illumination
If I ever asked of you a single worthless thought
Forgive us we and these I ams who grew from naught into one
A little bolder like you and your sparkling moves in lifetimes done
Asscended robes never fall to touch the floor because of you bringing families to sweet heavens hearts and doors.