The dark angel flies

On wings she did not steal .

The first and the last,

She sings for me alone.

She has always spoken.

The voice on the tide

The truth in the trees

The last sun on the mountain.

Knowledge bites deep

With its double edge.

Bitter-sweet the gift.

Death shall come early.

Defying heaven & hell,

The dark angel waits

Beyond life’s fleeting shadow.

I will meet her there

Where sea meets sky

On the rotting shore,

Brushing her hair