Lord Hypnos

I lie in your soothing arms, lord Hypnos your garment alive with your song I lie in your soothing 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 "Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar" (cometh from afar) Hypnagonia's lucid horizons I play with the yearning I've quelled as I strike towards the Pantheon and what therein is held