At the twilight I saw the angel descending
like only he knows to
his white wings blinded the night
and a bright vail covered the sky,
the glowing shape, like a hanging spirit
the fire, kidnapped from the bosom
that was burning on the eyes of lightning
and was poured as a thunderclap
in the turbulent sea
Or maybe it was the magic of life
that descends from the God’s throne
to bestow only one flash
that was lost to the sunset
to the ship’s rigs surrounded by seagulls
permeating invisible circles
flickering on a cover of mystery
as a mirage remains in my daydream.
At the twilight I saw the only light
brightening the frame of a siren
that radiates her hair to the waterfall,
immersing them to the ends of depth
like a reflection of glory itself
to her arm, covered in emerald
where the specter of colors brakes
attracted to a red charm.
At twilight I saw the innocent sight
of her, who gave birth to life
building a monument to humanity
the era that lights the world
to spark another desire
of tomorrows eternity
kneeling in front of the altar
to get the sole blessing.
Translated by Merita Paparisto