and if you let your thought
wonder off into the empty night,
it might still better the best you ever had.
I have been bad at this art,
finishing where I ought to start,
like some failed poet,
I write best of what I know nothing about.
But in the end,
whispers an amen to my short prayer,
she said she learnt a trick from an old friend.
There is something missing
which I find in her eyes,
she says I perform miracles
she says I can walk on air.
Her friends giggle
when I walk passed them,
something familiar glows in their eyes;
I wonder if they need prayers too.
I shy away from praying too often,
don’t want God to get bored.
My lover says
there is a night vigil coming,
she has asked
if she could invite her friends.
Soonest Nathaniel is an elegant poet.