Dancing words

A Poem by Shandra Sun

Who am I talking to when I pray?

Dancing words

I keep on sending my words to heaven but the sound of them doesn't bring me joy. I hear myself but the sound of my voice smashes itself against the walls of my doubts, and come back to me without the magic of an answered prayer. Where are you, god of my love? I'm fading, so lost. Was my heart on fire only imagination? Perhaps these tears are little pearls from your realm, coming from your divine spark, abiding in me. Do you live in my soul, my friend, my god, my everything? I miss your presence, to make my heart sing.