Myth holds that heaven lives in the skies
melting in the wind
my prayer runs and flies
emits from stake
wishes out of busy body
wriggle in circles
snaking up misty cliff
my thoughts climb mingling with stars
a region corona free
and world's noisome pestilence
go wild and free
in the milky paths of galaxy
there I plant my faith
bring life to wishes
to august moon
as summer ends
and august breaks
in screens thereof I pray to see
faces of hopes
glimpses of better tomorrow
wishes become horses
charioting down with roses