My prayer is a swanlike winged dog

My prayer is a swanlike winged dog
that always follows me
wherever I go,
to elevate me if I feel like it.

My prayer is: not to live on madness
and not to be reality woven,
but to dream broad white-milk fields
cultivated by love.

My prayer is a Homeland,
unmarked by war and free,
a black earth and deciduous forests,
where I can drop my sorrows and suffering,
like yellow leaves that fall off.

My prayer is a doe, free
to die natural death,
a volcano never trodden upon
till its hot stones cool off in a wasteland.