Prayer

Empty my heart of dreams.
Lower me slowly into the pool
so the surface doesn’t ripple.
Put me alone in an empty room
where the only light is yours.

May the only sound be my song
and the only words be my prayers.
When I’ve no words left
and my prayers become a clean wind
wordlessly moaning from my throat,

fill me again with dreams;
let passion redden my blood.
Let me out in the darkness again
with eyes that shine and a tongue
like a candle flame burning with new words.