Prayers Fall

My prayers fall,prayers fall in the Womb
of Fall;round around in the Hall of the
imprisoned souls the Whole Arbour is lit up
with leaves pink,purple,gold
As they descend,as they ascend my hearts
accentuate in the same rhythms as the fall`s
falling leaves in formations of false beats
My prayers fall,tears roll witnessing the
untimely death of Fall in the silence of the
treacherous tombs
Trees won`t grow now;flowers won`t form
But the songs and sonnets of love and wrongs
Wilt now mix and melt more and more in the
Aphrodite`s lips and vaults
Van Gogh wakes up;rembrant roams;Monet melts
mixes Vinci`s Venus inventions,borrowing the
Awl of all-believers out of the womb of all
Sinners;prayers fall,prayers fall
Make way,make way,gang way,gang way
The Queen comes showering her Shawl!