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

Polanquin 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 linnear spite

One thousand pairs of second sight

Who through my eyes at last may see

We are divinity

We choose to be