The Taste of Air

You are an angel

who is afraid of heaven.

Your purple wings don't know

the taste of air.

You are here despite the apocalypse

that has been going on

in your human dreams

for several centuries.

God, have mercy on this orphaned sinner

whom you gave wings

but did not teach him to fly.

Father, let him wake up from

prophetic dreams.

Give him a few death tears

so that he will know how painful it is

to journey to God's solitude,

on the border between

heaven and earth.

Creator, let this angel

be my guardian.

This angel knows pain that is foreign

even to you.

This pain remained the only reminder

of humanity. It is not worth believing,

since time has stopped

even for a moment,

since the next life will probably

end in death.