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