A Last Resort.

I was ambling through, walking past, just making my way,

That voice had called out to me on that very fine day.

A halt, a glance, a smile, a comfort.

But when I reached out for a hold, they disapproved,

"That's an Angel, I'm forbidden to touch!"

"Papa, I want the Angel close to me, by my side."

"Precious, there are works of God we must abide."

A sorrow, a blessing, a hug, a kiss.

But when I pleaded again, they disapproved,
"That's an Angel, I'm forbidden to touch!"

The Angel stayed and stood forth, with dreams undone.

"My little Fairy, I want you to be mine, my only concern."

A word, an inspiration, an encouragement, a love.

But when I took to pray again, they disapproved,
"That's an Angel, I'm forbidden to touch!"

I honoured the last first kiss beneath the burolis of aurora.

I broke the law and whispered through the nights of Antarctica.

A tale a myth, a legend, a saga.

And when I opened my eyes, I disapproved,

"That's my Angel, I shall never touch!"

The sun always shines brightly over the darkest cloud.

And so, "Luck" brought herself with her love artlessly profound.

A tear, a loss, a gain, an enthrall.

And now i walk callously again, I approved,

"Those are my Angels, I can never touch!"