Angel of Light (version 2.0)
hidoko Matsumoto
31 Jan 2002 Thurs

In the times of Childhood when there was only night
Lost as I was, a child wandering on the Earth
Seeking the morning that I had never before seen
Wandering through the garden of spectrumic beds of freesia

Ah, groping with hands that bled tears
And seeing with eyes that shed blood

In the nights of childhood I dreamt a dream
A dream where soft feathers flutter overwhelmingly
Where an ethereal image of an angel shines
A dream, it was, with an ambience purer than snow

Wretched as I was, and mortal
I could only gaze at you in awe

In that dream of childhood an angel I'd beholden
Mother-of-pearl curvatures of closed eyelids
Silvery skin paler than the wintry moon
And perfect feathers carved from white porcelain...

I sought you with outstretched hands
As the flame of Hope was ignited

The gentility of that dream encircled me
Till I mistook myself for an infant in a cradle
Etching a transparent map across the freesia beds
With your radiance you led me out

Your silent footsteps, feathery light
And my leaden trudge, trailing behind

And I, having found my way to the morning 
Behold this yet rekindled memory with nostalgia
Words can never describe how deeply it resides in my chest
Though I have tried to convey it with human means...

Torn pieces of a half-written poem fade
Words based on a world of shallowness
If that is what I should convey to you...

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