I summon my last prayer
that I have given; “To what extent
did I have this pleasure to be forgiven?”
In the edge, afar in the beginning,
we pledge to be driven, but how come,
when time was lost, we got to be unforgiven?
Until this very day,
from nowhere you came,
I startled with words
as I dance with my dame.
To that I reflect to you,
without any shame,
but now, as dimmed I am,
that prayer would be our flame.
Open your heart
and feel the hollow that I share.
Seek for my strength
and be the psalm as you stare.
To be one with my edge, in the darkness,
you speak of no affair.
Now that I have given
I summon my last prayer.