Fastidious with prayer: A poem 

You flew into my life. I took flight 

A stork slept with me, each night 

It took your name in black and white 

A star encumbered my palm. It was alight 

My mind was awestruck by chimera’s pageant 

I was sleepless with joy, but felt like a regent 

Ideas stormed through, inspiration was agent 

It seemed to me fate was finally cogent 

How I long to cradle another stork like a pillow 

A nest with a fledgling is never fallow 

Decades don’t pare a pauper’s dream. Pumpkin is chariot 

Hope is rain where harvests run riot 

I can bathe in fire, scorch in heavy rain 

My smile is tenacious. Noone can tell my pain 

I have libido for patience. It rocks my brain 

I am fastidious with prayer. It can’t go in vain