Churches, Saints and Crosses

A misty tipped wave.  gliding in my eye,
Brought moons and betrayed love's remedy.
Deep with pulse, I sipped on the chemicals of stars,
And sprang from death to land upon two fiery feet.
Marching, striding to a destiny, I have finally met.
And my heart beats slow, my heart beats slow.
As the churches, saints and crosses sit, row by row by row by row.