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| Dreamwalker |
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Carried on the breeze
My soul approached there
The cloud-hid palace
Of the drowsy King
Where no sound disturbes

A cave I did find
Where no sun beam shines
No human clamour
No wakeful cock crows
Perpetual Dark

The river Lethe
Was the only sound
Lush poppies grow there
Drowsy Infusion
I slowly entered

And ebony couch
Surrounded by Dreams
Oneiroi haunt there
Eyes began to close
As the fell on Him

He opened his eyes
And lazily glanced
To His right where stood
A gate of Ivory
My head turned to see

A Somnia walked
Through the gate and smiled
Its eyes opened wide
And myself I saw
Gently in slumber

I saw myself wake
As someone entered
Beautiful they were
More-so than I've seen
Great joy filled my heart

Then all went dusky
The vision ended
The Somnia left
The God closed His eyes
The smoke filtered in

A deep breath I took
And drifted away
As Eos herald'd
Dawn, and I awoke
From the surreal trip

The Ivory Gate opened before me, and so my soul now weeps,
The Gate of Horn stayed locked, the Most Quiet God still sleeps.


Penned by my hand on the 13th of Sarapin, in the year 358 AF.