Prayers

I pray your sun never finds it’s setting

And that you learn to uphold yourself like blackmagic

I pray that you never grow beauty barren

That your smiles know no menopause

I pray that each ounce of you rises above cloud 9

That you collide with love every morning

I pray that your hope never finds a wheel chair

And your dreams never get drunk

I pray the lines on your palm lead you safely

And your back stretch across impossibilities