Angelical ghost, do tell me
why is this delay?
Each night when I close my eyes
you are sure to be there
but outside of myself
I see many doubts
and I wonder again,
why is this urge to leave?

Some would say,
deeds are more than feelings
strange it sounds to me
to feel as one.
Scattered I am
in an endless sea of emotions
wake or asleep,
no deeds are mine.

Angelical ghost, do tell me
why is this delay?
Does it lie in your hands,
or is it like sand?
may it be the latter
I would ask for the wind
to kindly remove them doubts
and allow us to live

But what I helplessly fear
and habitually know
is the former case
which I have seen before
Still I would not trust
My mirrored perception
I will not be a slave
to this addictive damnation!

(20/04/05)