Forest Prayers

If we kneel to pray, can we hold back the stars? Are there spaces in our hearts that are knight and maiden fairly easily? Is there a code to our respite on this day? I see your smile and repeat a cardinal vision of lavander stream in your mind. Being in the forest, a pinecone can be our igniting seed we hold fast against the enemy. You and I cry not, but find a looming sadness of divinity. Your sweet caress under my dress is a mind place, but the answer is my hand to your heart. Country and village need our chastidy, and I can only love a steady hand at this time. I see other being firefly light in my vicinity. He captures and chains me in the basement to secure a sexual torture for eternity. I fought and freed myself. Let us not repeat. Victors we will be. No more ecstasy at my disgrace.