dark, like the night.

Rosary Beads hover above my bed one morning.

I can see the sun, the golden peach, almost half

Way over the hill, far, far away. The rolling hills

Hug the sun, it takes only minutes to appear.

Outside, the sidewalk screams. The black crow

Follows the midnight moon. Only for one very

Little moment, does this feel right. I sit and pray

Asking for these beads to save me before sunrise.