I lie in your soother arms, lord Hypnos

your garmet alive with your song

I lie in your soother arms, lord Hypnos



Steep the spiral to your far abode,

in the wake of slumber, on visions I rode

and fell like history through the chasm of ages

into the charged, forbidden zones



How I have searched

through a million worlds and faces

yet unaware, I have not found

my own true face, traceless and profound



So, find me in these grandiose halls

where long ago summers eternally fall

and tune the strings of truthful longing

to the frozen music of gods



Hypnagonia's lucid horizons

play with the yearning I've quelled

as I strike towrads the Pantheon

and what therein is held