Dark Angel

When I was a child there was a Man who sat on a chair in the corner of my room. I never saw him come and go but he was often there when I was frightened or worried.

I remember the first time I noticed him, during my walk to the neighborhood store. We needed rice, sugar..... something.

There I was lost in my day dream at night walking and thinking.

Daydreaming during a mid-evening walk.

A horse. I heard a horse drawn carriage running towards me!Alack horse who looked like the devil hissed at me to move.

Missed.

Suddenly there he was. I wasn't afraid. Just curious. There he was sitting there, on the corner. I can see his feet, his legs, his body, hands, arms, no face. It's too dark. His face in hidden in the shadows.

Somehow, i believe that even if a light has been cast on his face...i would not be surprised if there was not one.

Strange, I thought. He sat there on the ground. More like a drunk who was passed out, not looking at me.

Strange, I thought.

Odd that he warned me about the horse but never uttered a word.


Strange and kind, he told me soft stories of things that are difficult to remember.

I think he was always doing something with his hands like carving little birds with his pocket knife.

My parents and family never spoke of him and sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night and he would still be sitting there in the dark.

Dark Angel...maybe

I think I would like to meet him again one day when I am very very old and had enough of this world.


Maybe my dark angel would move away from the shadows and reveil himself to me.


Remove his hood to reveil, a face.

A face so familiar, it would take me back a second in time.


my face would appear...smiling. we would hold hands and walk together into the shadows.