A thousand dreamers crept as one Journey'd by the colder sun
Knocked at the chamber's gate Yet this sleeper does not wake
In the oracle overhung With careless whispers, ivystung
Their tiny fingers cling to warmth A home for the love weary heart
Onward sacrarium, time sojourns Palanquin leads this path adorned
While reverent creatures soft prepare The slumberous beauty carried there
And lay their hands on silken skin As through these veins the gods did run
Two thousand arms in twilight Endless dream and endless night
Past echoed ruins overgrown Small voices drift in ancient tongue
Mindful to their deepest wish For a home to the love weary heart
In soft embrace I now arise And search for peace in hungering eyes
Thy faces change: my love renames Our starlit world, the past remains
Forgotten by linear spite One thousand pairs of second sight
Who through my eyes at last may see We are divinity We choose to be
