Prayer for Home

“Help me dwell in field of love”
I cried to my Angel.
“Only naked lovers dwell here”

He cried back.

“No clothes like ‘you’ or ‘me'”

He said. 

How have I gotten so well dressed?

Who built this armor around my heart?

Why am I in this staged show?

Please, bring me home

In the ocean of love.

I wanna swim free

Free free swim 


Something upsets my mind

Angels are here to heal

But will I love again?

I used to believe I am here 

to set things straight again.

But things will never be straight

while the mind plots 

Blocking all exits.

There is no escape.

There is only 

the gate 

to the field 

of love.

Will you 


Andreea Garden, March 2017