From the Book, Ritual of the child of fire & prayer. By Johnny Bailik

8.14.04



And to you
the one I called to and
Prayed in the haloed night.

How I loved your face my pretty child, my lovely one.
How it saw truth in the night
How I wandered and
wanted to travel

Tell them how you looked into
my eyes. Tell them how you saw
stories of gold & ancient art.
Let them know how much we have
created in worlds of bright, open armed,
yellowed sun, Screaming! Immaculate
gestures. fight and live. Live pure.
Pure truth.


I think you understand. Ace of spades in
my hand.


Thank you.
Thank you, O Lord.
For we are nothing
without divine love, to show us
eternal knowledge and sound wisdom in the street.
And thank you to you my great-greeted angel…