illogical prayer

Written by: Yanny Widjanarko

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