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
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