Serenity Poem by Dan Uriel

comfort the suffering twilight
my dear among them
sobbing with his sad flames, he chases
pain on the blinding surface
the lights are on in cemeteries
our tears wash black crystals
we have no words to say
our faded remnant dream

dark hopes of the killers are still
the stupidity is rushing in front of us
as innocent as the white foreheads
of the pebbles always called her race
we don't have a mat either and
yet they pull it out from under us
I lie down here, the moon is the head of the head
sing pure sadness