Pray

Sweet and light candle

Be to my soul

calm and gentle

Perhaps my handle

or else my soil

write on my brow

the sacred words

which may switch

my fragile clay

take nightmares over

and change them

into a sunny day

into a whispering pray

flesh is so tired

dead, smashed

and I just wanna rest

and doesn´t matter

the beginning or the last

My sweet, my smooth

spread your sacred light

Maybe mighty or no

I feel myself as a child

And darkness, so wild

I´m sure, entirely

It´d go finally away

And a pure peace, at least

will keep my sleep

will come to stay.

Marco Villarta

Lavras, 05 de maio de 2022