I had a strange and startling dream
I saw an angel smiling at me
A burst of light in my heart
But sometimes light is a lure
He had hair of fire
A hairstyle from the time of the knights
The voice of an angel sang
The blinding light may deceive me
I can't read dreams or interpret them
And then one day you see the truth
The sadness of an angel about to weep
The evidence of a hidden word
But how to tell her? You never can
Because angels only fly
Above us without seeing us
With hope and blind love.
Like a fog that dissipates in the morning
There's hardly anything left
Just a smiling shadow
When I open my heart
He laughs when you tell him.
About the Creator
Tony Herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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