Angel Of Prayer Poem by Aleksandar Sasha Trajkovski

A nap fell on the lashes like a sound,
so easy there is no end.
Steps are fading in the distance,
like fantastic Sirius,
leading in eternity.
Like huge white pearl
from God revived,
I see the endless sky
and towards the church dome,
dreaming to fly to me again.
You are an eternally triumphant Azure monarch,
with arrogant grace,
to the starry Stratus and back.
A gigantic source of Renaissance beauty,
aura charismatic to hallucination sublime,
immortalized by time and century,
world and space...
As an imaginary prayer angel,
in human form,
you sail superiorly to your halo,
golden shining and saintly,
or like some poet,
who found peace sacral
in words of poetry…