(Angels) Come, sleeper to the window, do you know

Us know? Have we changed? Have you seen us here

Before? Do you remember long ago

You summoned us across the high frontier

Of sleep, and bid us urgently appear.

You called, we came, we waited every night,

Like crystals in solution coming clear,

Until your dream was sharp enough and bright

To waken you with stabs of appetite.

(Michael) Is this the moment in my story when

The messengers of destiny prepare

The usual historic specimen,

Some lonely little hero starving there,

And feed him with the fruits of solitaire?

Is this my miracle of bread and fishes?

This the mystery of answered prayer?

Is this my table laid with golden dishes?



(Angels) Let us not say prayer, let's just say wishes.

Don't stand there dreaming, let us in,

It wasn't all that easy getting here. We had

To metamorphosize at least a hundred

Thousand times through all the dreary realms of

Sense, just to get us from the astral, to

The mental, to the solid and the dense.

And that's not counting countless times we spent

Manifesting aimlessly as

Elements of chaos in the undifferentiated

Anti-universe before

We even had a chance to be unborn

As shadowy particals in streams of light --

Now hurry up, we haven't got all night!



(Michael) What am I supposed to do?



(Angels) Ask for something.



(Michael) I can't think.



(Angels) Come on darling.



(Michael) Help me!



(Angels) You can ask for peace on earth. There's a few

That do. Or you can ask for peace of mind.

It's very rare but we've had one or two.

Or ask that human suffering unwind

And justify itse