Enigma/ Angel

Enigma

Deaf stain of Time
rolls in to Abyss.
Gentle night's shadow
in quiet sceneries.
The long dogs howl,
at night, startles me.
Consumes death hours.

Angel

I announce the Angel. To the night-birds, I announce.
It will come when the night flowers confide for constellations,
gathering the whole night mystery,
for between winds, trees and distressed gardens.
I announce the Angel. To the night-birds I announce.
It will come like a thunder or like symphony - sweets, memories brought from skies.
I announce all, announce
The white Angel of humble poetry.