Prayer at night

By L. Bal

Poems to soothe, to explain, to help to understand.

Poem as

"the rainbow throwing pointers of light
over the broken pattern, rebuilding
the mosaic of life."

• Language: English
• Publisher: XinXii
• Release date: Apr 1, 2013
• ISBN: 9783958300828

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Hope

Prayer at night

(for the lost pilgrim)

Lost pilgrim at Christmas

The dew of the whispers of the night:

frost on the grass.

Melting under the weary step.

This was no prayer, but trading promises.

Bargaining on life.

Morning no more:

Light freezes into fearful specks

and flies away like dust

to fall over the dew

of the treacherous words of the night.

Crossing the same field,

where the path melts into the grass

and the stars hide.

The circle of pointless patience:

I could not find the way out.

And I tried to make a deal

With the Star.

The river, the river

Shall we go? It is late.

The river banks are dark and windy

and I cannot see the path.

There are no lights,

the village is asleep, and anyway

it is the village of my dreams

of what it could have been:

it wanders between worlds,

we are the only ghosts

to think they are real.

But please let's leave.

I fear the darkness even so.

It is the heirloom

from the world before the world

when all was nothing.

And I will light the candle

of my fear, and it will burn

my shroud of soothing words.

And they will find in the morning

a shrivelled ghost.

Let's leave, let's leave,

before the wind

will blow me to pieces,

please. You know it was pain

like lightning

that cracked my hope, my love,

to floating crumbs of me

still held together by the word.

And they will find in the mud by the river

the fallen sparks of me.

Let's leave, let's leave.

Silent storm at night

When clouds crowd below the stars, do they bring the sky closer?

Are they the light breath of the ice angels watching?

Are they the