As if an Angel Walked the Floor
(An imaginery poem by Emily Dickinson,
based on the lyrics of Björn Ulvaeus (Abba)
"Like an Angel Passing Through my Room",
created by Artificial Intelligence)
The long-expected Gloom descends – / And drapes the Wall in Shade -The Twilight holds its purple Breath – / And I – am Sovereign made –Beside the Hearth – where fading Coals / Bestow a transient Grace –Within this Sabbath of the Soul – The World is outer Space The Fleet of Memory anchors here – / Amidst the holy Dusk As if a Winged Guest disturbed / The Kernel from the Husk
A Twilight state of Soul and Sleep – / Where buried Vistas rise The Present spills its silver Thread Into the Ancient Skies The 'Now' and 'Then' like Sisters lace
In Riddles of the Brain And Love like Embers in the Ash
Was one protracted Pain
The whole Estate of Yesterday Returns in quiet Murk
As if an Angel walked the Floor
Where quiet Phantoms lurk
I shut the Windows of the Sight
The Phantoms flit away A sudden Majesty of White
Too absolute to stay
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"Like An Angel Passing Through My Room"
by Björn Ulvaeus
Long awaited darkness falls Casting shadows on the walls In the twilight hour I am alone Sitting near the fireplace, dying embers warm my face In this peaceful solitude All the outside world subdued Everything comes back to me again In the gloom Like an angel passing through my room
Half awake and half in dreams Seeing long forgotten scenes So the present runs into the past Now and then become entwined, playing games within my mind Like the embers as they die Love was one prolonged good-bye And it all comes back to me tonight In the gloom Like an angel passing through my room
I close my eyes And my twilight images go by All too soon Like an angel passing through my room
Writer(s): Benny Goran Bror Andersson, Bjoern K. Ulvaeus
album: "The Visitors" (1981)
