Settled story

What just two eyes saw
just one soul could experience.

What is folded up in mystery,
with tracks like that of dancing
not able to follow
walls like bricks of air
neither to count nor to hold.

Though a pure softly breeze
Made it settle in a contrite heart.

Broken by aggressive waves,
approaching high, rocky grounds
still longing, still singing, still hoping
that once upon a time
By the guidance of One above,
This story will settle
in hands not mine.