I pray:
That a blissful night
Fringes the drunken lightscapes.
And on that last dusk,
I hope to see the summit of my experiences climb over the horizon.
I pray:
For buoyancy, atop the strokes of metaphysical oceans;
That my soul swells above all waters into feathery cheeriness.
My body shall be shaped by auras of relief.
I desire the grace to ponder on accomplished things while the light fades.
I pray that
My night is but an elementary, bedimmed mist,
And that a joyous, second day exists when the gloom dissolves.
When the moon bulges out of the sky, it will sit as a door;
Embracing the boundless marbles.
I pray
That good deeds can be bartered
For such a blessing-
That my night will be painless and swift,
Like catching a wink of star light.
