Daydream

Times are tough...
And on the porch of conscious
Stay my Love and Angel with a sword.
Angel tells me that I should be cautious
And he offers Hand, and Hold, and Word.

But my Love is so ethereal and ghosty!
But the Sword is dangerous and sharp!
But the Word is so impersonal and frosty
And the Hand is musculous and rough!

Stars are warning:"There is no more time for waiting!
Close your eyes and turn the Wheel of Fate!"
Holy skies.., my Love is dissapating!
It can hardly breath in frozen state.