POème.. The prayer's song

Sometimes when the lights sleep
I enjoy swinging in water deep
often they sing like dark sheep
It makes me dance and weep

Do we cross baying at the moon?

Loving rainbow above your move

Do we miss praying to the noon?

Hating morrow we have to prove

Usually when the nights come

I cherish sliding fog awesome

Ever they hurt sound of drum

It brakes me as a bloody gum

Do we cross baying at the moon?

Loving shadow above your move

Do we miss praying to the noon?

Hating barrow we have to prove

The prayer’s song

 Stelh, 2014