The Messenger

Александр Попов Михайлов
One by one meeting follows farewell

Soul recognition– а picture of being

Sometimes dreams fly away, so we dwell

And pathetically quit our feeling

A miracle seems unusual to us,

Yet again, growing dreams keep on weaving,

A new day lit again and for now:

I'm the messenger, love is my giving



I know encounters have a reason

And realize I’ve come this far…

Why delay the fleeting season?–

A calling like a burning star

Its flame brings out of the shadows

I'm used to everlasting roads;

You can discover such a power,

You’re the messenger of love



Truly alive at a soaring pace,

Weightless, sublime, we restore our seeing

Heavenly treasures between to embrace,

A silence full of special meaning;

Over the mountain, as never before,

Once again our dreams will be weaving

Open your heart to carry the flow,

For the message of love is revealing



I know encounters have a reason

And realize I’ve come this far…

Why delay the fleeting season?–

A calling like a burning star

Its flame brings out of the shadows

I'm used to everlasting roads;

You can discover such a power,

You’re the messenger of love



I know encounters have a reason

And realize I’ve come this far…

Why delay the fleeting season?–

A calling like a burning star

Its flame brings out of the shadows

I'm used to everlasting roads;

You can discover such a power,

You’re the messenger of love.