Now, this is a poem for me and you;
Now it is the time to state out my love like I always do;
To prove my words through real feelings,
To prove my soul through honorable things.
To show you the horror that I bear,
Just for the wonders that we share..
The time to start to fight the rain,
The time to start to fight the pain,
The time to fight for the beautiful rainbow,
As I'd fulfill my last vow.
The clock is ticking,
Almost screaming,
Shouting to reach the highest tower,
For that is the place where lies my power,
For that is the place where lies my soul,
Giving me the chance for a last saving call.
The clock is ticking,
Almost screaming,
Shouting that someone offers me their hand,
So my life shall yet not find its end.
Angels are singing, praising the love,
Sweet chords are spreading from the world above.
Chords that I can not hear, for my ears are deaf and my eyes are blind,
My mind only thinking about the time behind.
Ahead of it all is her;
The quiet angel, the saviour,
The one who doesn't sing,
The one mending my broken wing,
The one with her little smile,
The one staying with me for a while.
The angel is blowing soft kisses,
Fixing the pieces that my heart misses.
She gathers the parts of my shattered spirit,
Making them seem just a myth.
The clock is ticking,
Only whispering,
Beating the seconds of the saviour's story,
Who saved a poor life with grace in glory.
The poem was for me and you,
To state out my love like I always do;
But now the poem speaks about an incredible incident,
With an angel and a living accident.
-Dedicated and written for my soulmate Sibel, for her fifteenth birthday,
16 August 2014
