When the cerulean sky
Is painted over with crimson
And the sun descends into the horizon

When the moon sings oneiric serenades
And we are coaxed into lethargy
Its seductive power enchants us

And opens the gates...
To the Citadel of Dreams
The bastion of illusion

Engraved with the elaborate
Archetypes of wisdom
Primordial designs embedded within

That inspire mythos
Bathed amongst pillars of light
Its ivory towers shine like bright stars

Submerged in subconscious
Within sapphire halls of deep blue
We drift and float as we slumber

Carried by the tides of languor
One by one we extend our minds
To receive precious fantasies

Infused by the lyre of the muse
With the enchantment of obscurity
Like delicate snowflakes

Melting upon flesh
These fragile memories
Are dissolved by consciousness

(And yet traces remain)
The imprints of another world
Reached only through the psyche...

The Citadel of Dreams