Angeltread

Crickets rhythmically sing

Their mournful melodies

A monotone by request

But they fail, they fail

To soothe the mess

Hands rhythmically grope

The sheets again for you

And off-rhythm the time slows

To make moments eternal

Moments eternal

Is this some kind of holy test

To stitch the trademarks off my chest

To get up walk outside my head

On a holy search for angeltread

The moon within its ball

Washes white the darkened wall

With a milky veil of silk

And I see, I see the spirits lilt

Now I've lost my fear

So I pray that you come near

With a million sparkly lights

And help me, help me through the night

The milky prints of spirits near

I pray that they have lost their fear

A million wisps of sparkly light

Weaving through the walls...