No fishing here.

The moon is hiding tonight
Beyond the clouds

To ashamed
To show his face

For he aimed for the
Angels heart

Mist is lingering low
lowered down by

invisible threads that bind
The shadows of my mind

Like a trap just awaiting thee
Softly does the gentle breeze blow closely by my ear

To whisper of the tears you shed
Beneath the ghost drops pier

Blocked off
A sign
No fishing here

No fishing for angel fish
Nor those stars that swim
What do you call them

Oh who cares

abandoned by
the shinning moon
Only the sadness bears

I guess without a license
One could face a fine

Placed upon a big fat hook
A sleazy worm unkind

It's up to me to escape the
invisible threads that bind.