The fragrance in our sky (TFIOS)

Soft starry sky and a hole-full moon Insulated by cold empty spaces, A velvety beaming light is escorting the tune Thinking of your countless graces, The echoic sounds of the old rusty swing Whilst incarnated illusion prevails the void , A latent subtle fragrance of the poignant spring With a venerable pageant, obfuscation was destroyed, The inmost ethereal depth is always sought By a deeper elusive soul.