A stranger sang his song to me,
One night after darkness fell,
Taking me from a disturbing dream.....
I was dwelling in the halls of hell
This stranger sang his words of love,
And I wanted to hear more;
Standing in the shadows, I listened,
And slowly, I opened the door
In a quiet voice, he sang to me,
He touched my heart and soul;
While pity's tender anthem flowed,
His words of love took their toll,
I burn in the sun.... I warp in the rain,
I can't get back to the light;
He lost my soul, but kept my heart,
I'm lonely in the dark of night
Why is it that only this stranger
Can light love's tender fire....
Taking my heart to a peaceful shore....
While longing quenches its vain desire
Now, a nightbird sings high in the tree,
But that's not what I want to hear;
My dear stranger... deliver the notes
Of tenderness and love to my ear!
wonderful stranger; appeared as a messenger, to discover your heart; that is, in fact, free of dirt.
Isn't it just wonderful to hear a random say good-morning. Then walk humming a little tune all to them-selves for the world to hear. Bien!
beautiful and mesmerizing....thank you, dear Lore Colon
the poet pines not for bird notes but love notes of a stranger...on a different note love so often takes strange shapes and forms.
Love is strange (Mickey and Sylvia,1956) . Love can certainly be a stranger for those that have never experienced it. Nice write Lora!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How can such a man be a stranger, dear Poet? Open your eyes and see... He is Love!