Prayer

Speaking to the open air
Waiting for an angel to catch my prayer
And fly with care
To he who is all fair
I spend some time
With these thoughts on my mind
But dont worry, for he will be kind
I try to find
A way to peek
At those who help those who seek
I try not, but can't help but listen
At others ideas that dangerously glisten
I dont want to lose mine
Yet, I worry that I will find
Those that glisten, more than mine
At times I think i lose my mind
Only to find it not the same
That its on a different plane
And I might never be the same