The Last Nights Dream

The angels nocked at my door last night, They were wearing long clothes were bright. They came to me as man's shadow, The light was coming through my window. One of them hold my right hand in tight, I was feeling myself so light. We don't know where God abode, The angels wanted to drink coffee on the road. We have more or less on God's trust, He knows better how to pacify our mental thrust. Disputes on religion is nothing but false pretense, We should avoid the practices of nonsense. Hey God, show your mercy on me, Your mercy can dance with glee. We need light from the candel not flame, The fire that can burn human is not my aim. I have a dream to learn what I can, No such words are written by the pen of man.