Angelic

A small sun dimmed in me
Despite worlds exist
Of united people
Or divided in nations
Among whose dieties
Send pre-ancient knowledge
Where gun powder
Where water in wells
A small sun dimmed in me
rained dewed grass
A titmouse sat on a branch
The night is comming
Our minds Wander, we look for
A harbor in the stars
Our hearts are blind
Angelic order sounds