"Higher" poem

Lay my eyes open through this night though swollen has it been through wilds of miraculous nightmares every blink of it turns into ashes of the bluest sympathy that ices the very ground as it drops by awaiting for thou to forgive thy sins as unworthy as i am and as powerful as He is dreams may remain fallen for the love He poured are far even more than the stars that lights the oceans as for today, tomorrow, and the hereafter, He is the water and i am Waves