Illogical Prayer

That day, the sky delineates the beauty of a golden dusk, The dusk which shed the azure of a day, The dusk which seduce the earth to picked up her shadow upon the moonlit, To the dear night she sang, Chanted about the grief of a daylight, Wrapped neat the anxiousness within the side of a jaded soul, Shush the wishsong when the world began to burke, That day, in the hubbub sense tucked a prayer, A prayer with all improbabilities of a reality, A prayer with all of the naivete, Is the prayer in her desire to have a pair of impossibilities, A pair of wings, A human being who literally could not set down the sky with her bare feet, A gifted creature with the remarkably things around her yet full of limitations, A naive prayer but able to bring tiny grin on that day, That day, that single beauty returned to her essence as a needy creature who craved for the existence of the almighty