Dark Angel
I do not know if I believe in mysteries far above.
But maybe,
there’s a dark angel singing for me.
It will always be an ongoing question,
a lifetime of wondering or a lifetime of believing.
Isn’t it just my love, or can’t I see?
When all comes to all, then what is love?
As wonderful as it may seem, as invincible it can be.
It cries like this dark angel’s singing to me.
Singing a note, once to be told but still being forgotten,
“to believe in love or to love the believing”,
question mark.
Skrevet d. 9. maj 2013