Tender silence fascinates

And lead the one who hates

Unto a realm of dreams-

Debris of a once grand,

Magnificent shrine

And when the dusk descends

The sight will turn divine

Semislumber less of pain

Heed and learn, Morpheus Domain

Up to highness, down to deeps

Now envy him who sleeps,

Insomnia slaves!

A lavish sopor- vast scape,

Ulterior solitude,

Imaginary drape

Desireful plenitude

Utmost fields,

Paths concealed,

The pageantry reachless to logic

Slight echoes of breathing dying in the air

Through mist enwreathing

Oddly coming scenes:

Joy and fright,

Godly and obscene-

Inner human flight

Nightly theatrical visions:

True revelation or hoax?

Knowledge to fade at dawn?

Lies of someone to coax?

Floating as the daylight creeps

From out of spooky trips,

From out of dream

Mournful is the way back,

Mournful but quick

To where the regnant rack

Is odious and sick