The Song of the Angel

Softly and gently you come around.

Full of virtue and grace you show us.

In your voice the Holy Spirit is found,

With the beauty of the moon and the power of the sun.

It's the sacred song.

Every single word of your song turns into a drop of glittery water

Dropping onto every single flower, leaf and rock.

With Holy Spirit, this land comes alive.

Washing away dirt and obscenity,

Revitalizing the old and dead,

Freshening the obsolete facts and memories,

Finally, all drops form a river of dreams.

The dark blue ocean of stars shines.

The brightest one can be found even in the darkest night.

On the shore I am gazing upon the moon,

Wishing she will always be my guide.

night, 20 of May