In the night
where the seven roads meet
upon the silver grass
in the cup of a may flower
i left my heart
and left a sign
so you can find
the right way home -
on storm, on freight and troubles -
I come from where flowers grow
and ants and bugs and dew
I come from the river
from the place of true people,
heard your stories
your footsteps and followed:
the stardust on your shoes,
the smiles on your lips
the wings of your dreams
the taste of your desire.
you’ll find your way home
there is where
it is you, it is I,
I am waiting – there
it is where love is forever
and this is my prayer.
(”the prayer of a clumsy angel”)
- By me –
