Drifting off into slumber's darkness....

Ah! I hear her now in whispers soft as moonbeams
Carried forth on the delicate wings of my dreams

Come in from the cold

Face of an angel, alluring, pristine and pure
Beckoning toward her with eyes of deepest azure

Come in from the cold

Caressing my soul with a voice warm as mid spring
Her arms out stretched offering sanctuary and understanding

Come in from the cold

Consciousness! With it's abrupt, unwanted intervene
Desperately reaching as she fades into the black ravine!

Destined it seems, here to stay, lost out in the cold...