Supplication

People hurt the heart in Thy world As they know utmost it bleedeth Ways of desert all are blood curled Lonesome lass Thy hand there needth Lord my Lord! Come once from skies Lips are freezing by Death ice And I know all know I breezes How do play thou, play with candles Shivering flames their blood squeezes How their tearful eyes all handle? Mournful mournful moths are flying Kiss they light and fell they dying Hand Divinist thou art writing Tearful tales on thy book pages Stars at night thy sky all lighting Meanwhile I free birds from cages Flames are flickering, blooms are sighing Moonlit nights are worth for dying