Slip Into a Fantasy

I could slip into a fantasy
On a summer's eve in Heaven,
No need to open the gate
I am not here to stay—
Outside the cumulus throne
With the angels of stone...
No-one else is here
But I am waiting, my dear
For the bells to ring
And choirs to sing
As I watch
When the twilight ray descends,
On my darling and my dearest friends.

There is a recluse spirit
Where I used to speak,
I know you cannot see
But the nightingale perceives,
There is unheard footfall
In the presence you might seek
And if that presence should be me
Just look to the dew upon the eves...
Within the seams, between the beams
Absent yet still by your side
Watching outside the cumulus throne
With the angels of stone—
If you should catch a falling star
Know it is a tear of joy
For I am peaceful now.

I could slip into a fantasy
At midnight in a dream
Read deep into me
So I am more than what I seem—
Cobwebs will make you a rich man,
And the spinning clock is calling
From a summer's eve in Heaven,
No need to open the gate
I am not here to stay...
Outside the cumulus throne
I am here and I am all alone:
With the angels of stone
And the fog gathering round
My silence beneath the ground.