i pictured a drainage in the white tongue of sky, 

splitting down griefs tears to sandstorm belly of your nightmares    

shading in your heart like a black powder, 

then you scream at silent prayers in the eyes of the moon, 

using your tears to flush them to the palms of God, 

you never knew God do ask for your desires, thou, 

he peep on it at the shadows of your dreams, 

but unfortunately suspend it to your Dreams. 

You tried again in the mouth of the sun, 

where prayers are racing to the fingers of God, 

and you are in the middle of the star,

you can just click the dimple of the faith.