You came to me
With a prayer
A wish for light
I have nothing
To give
Only answers
You may or may not
Go with the wind
Ask it which direction
It flies
Push yourself
Through its clasp of gold
You are not forgotten
Angel of God
Simply forgetting yourself
And all of who you truly are
There are flying fish in the water
Golden birds of the moon
You may see them
When you
Open all three eyes
And move past mist and dark