am I tired of the way
of those pubs and crosses
or the Death has wedding day
in a church with coldness
I can hardly recognize
prayers who invade us
silence looks like paradise
and it’s sharp as blade is

why the thoughts are not expelled
and the tar keeps boiling
or the night was starless held
in the hearts who’s lonely
oh my angel come with dawn
like a ray awaken 
all my guests had fun and gone
and the eve is taken

so much thinking drinking wine
but no sign of truth there
who’s the ringer how to find
who will call to be dare
bring the last of barricades
or the Holy Supper
something missing something fades
something leads to scupper

oh my angel stop to sleep
right before the God House
in my wrist a nail sits deep
and the world like hell roused
for loved kisses never last
holds in arms to cherish
they are silent like dry grass
when all winds are perished

am I tired of the way
of those pubs and crosses
or the Death has wedding day
in a church with coldness
I am waiting skies are clear
come my angel hoping
for a raven be right here
and my soul – wide open