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