The Fallen Angel And The Girl On The Bridge

I was wandering the night city streets,
but I can´t remember the city´s name.
For us who were living in the heavens
the mortal cities all look the same.
I was full of despair, for I have lost my Light, my Eternal Light.
Oh how I was longing for the times

when I was shining bright, o so bright.

Some people call us Bringers Of Light,
but it´s not exactly right.
There are some of us, who are darker than the darkest night.
And although we are black ones, we shall burn brightly
in everlasting flame.
But the truth is, that we have no one, but ourselves to blame,
no one but ourselves to blame.

There was a girl, standing on the bridge,
looking into deep river´s eyes.
I felt her fragile mortality and all her hidden inner silent cries.
I have held my fiery breath -
she was thinking of jump of death.
I forgot my own, o so everburning pain.
There was another life slowly sliding into vain.

I flew to her and asked her for her why.
Trying to tell her that it´s useless for her to die.

She asked me what I know of pain, what I know of burdens of life.
I have made a shriek and opened my cloak
and showed her my heart, wounded with a tainted, fiery knife.

„I have betrayed the Light Of God, for a golden grain,
there is no healing power, that can ease my pain.
I have an immortal life, so there is no end to this,
now it is my turn to ask, do you know what it is?“

She looked at me amazed, as I touched her face with my dark wing.
Astonished what other miracles might next moment bring.

„How can I help you?“,
she asked me with strange sadness on her shining face.
I wished I was somewhere else, far away from this place.
She was so beautiful, the mortal daughter of a mortal man.
I wished I could help her, but I didn´t think I can.

I have sat beside her, looked into her shining eyes.
There was a fragrance in the air, smelled like some Orient spice.
„How can you help me? Didn´t you hear what I said?
There is no help for me, I was an Angel, now I am just living dead.
If there´s something you want to do for me,

I only ask for one candid kiss,
I will remember it forever, my little mortal miss.“

So she have embraced me and kissed me on my dark hot lips
and caressed my burning, wounded chest,
with her tiny finger tips.
Then there were lightnings and a thunder roarings
and when it was over, I realized I no more had my pair of wings.

She took my hand and asked me to go with her,
on some secret place.
I said: “Yes“ and kissed her thrice on her face.
There was a strange feeling of the gravitation,
but it was all over, when we passed the bombed out railway station.

We dissapeared into night, have left no trace.
Wandered into another time and space.
We have had much pain inside, that still was too real,
but we have each other and lot of time to get ourselves healed.

We will make ourselves childlike pure

with the love, that is the strongest cure.