There's a forlorn world that keeps on dawning
And ere long, secrets have veiled the darkest sea
Lost empires live on in the hearts of their kings
And hence have never lost their mystery  

Groundworks of antiquity were shaken
At the mere thought of some discovery
Yet stirs not when their dignity's taken
For habit too might bear a longing to be free

That fiery pain that lies in holding on,
And the common wings that enclose its right
Sparked by fear of a loss too eas'ly won
Are now the fearful icons of their flight

Hearts dare not love at the thought of love alone
Hope's passive if hopeful thoughts are all we own

Bearing out her guard even when blackness grew afraid of darkening,
Fear now stands tiptoe upon the banks of night.
Until love, hope and glory had become all too much a showy thing
In the mind of one that took up courage and claim their sole accustomed right

Hate now slumbers in states of restless agony
But in the fire of his spirit is ever willing to take up arms once more
For a nightmare rides upon his sleep that has taught him what to be
And made mortality defy all she had once so fiercely felt compassion for

But the time of fear and hate is soon worn out
For even towards time itself they have stood hatefully
That fear, so frightened to look upon her sight, devoured her own doubt
And in being so momentary, hate raged and subdued his enmity

Time lies upon the wings of love and hope and history
She will be the loving steadiness where steadfast love lies overthrown
And bear out her siege until all held besieged by fear dare see
That there will be beauty where beauty was nothing but ash and stone

A soft blanket of sleep lies over the ***** of our weary enterprise
As the plants sung me the sweetest sounding lullabies tonight  
Serenades to a universe remote, the brightness of her starry skies
So tender, that one might think it shameful to look upon the dawning of the light

Dream now ; dream of shores, of seas and raging storms
There embark on ships and live through tales of forlorn lands
And ere you wake again, at the ticklish touch of time and form,
Tenderly take up these dreams and bury them in the ***** of the sand

And when my last farewells are laid to rest
When monumental time freazes tears into mere statues of grief
Well then, let there be peace in being but an ever-faithful guest
That's seen where dreams lay down their heads and fade into belief

Time may brag, for she transcends the ages
Refuge lean on angels enclosing her  
Bounty can rest in taking her wages Tempt resilience; she'll refuse to stir

They fought with reason and conquered it all
And have layed siege on love and fantasy
That dare not think of a thing so palpable
As the providence they can offer me

Now love is but an ancient tale forlorn
That slowly treads on dreams and history
But on dreams we are build, and from it we're born
In a slumber, that'll forever dwell in me

The war is fought, the siege rounded with a sleep
As are our lives, our love and dreams we keep

Through rolling landscapes I found a path I needed to pursue  
It reached out as far as my mind could bear to let it free
Like a doubtful sceptic who, in dreaming, knew not where to turn to  
And I followed it to the last caress of its sheer certainty

Yet the dreamer lost his dreams; the sceptic forgot his playful irony
And I, in dreaming, lost the path and wandered off for shame
For, what's the goodness in a leader that finds a way to conjure me  
And yet can play the boundless tyrant to the very same?

I wandered off, and found an ocean; some fair, illusionistic place  
That seemed sheer miracle to all I hoped my dreams would bring
But the sea now, in her appetite, has devoured all the days
And conjured all I was, my hopes and pride and my imagining

The horizon now has caught my dreams
The old road my footsteps; the tyrant's stroke lies buried in the sea
And in every convulsion of that road lay a truth, or so it seems
That all we are is what we owe to what we one day wished to be

Daylight comes only to astound the night with all that the dark could be
And leaves the darkness insecure about his being so barren of affection
Day, having thus put shame upon this subject of his enmity
Had become the very object of his shame and his objection
And night then spoke: let day and setting sun
Boast of all that they hold dear and have made to be their own
Of all the stars that light the blackness of my soul, there will be none
To ever be the herald of the day; her company shall always be the splendour of herself alone
And that shall be her sole delight, yet mine will always be
The comfort of dreams, of hope and authenticity

I learned to love, but with a love that's past
It clang onto the ruins of beauty
And made a kingdom out of it at last
Yet time took its king, as is her duty  

T'all was nothing but an allegory
From which the object lost and bound to grief
Had to live but with the thought of glory
And give her heart to that in blind belief

But could love bear inconsistency?
Passion would not change herself for time or hour
It will not know of ruin or atrophy
For it blooms where nostalgia's raised in power

Let all who love build up these ruins once more
And see the glory that they've been loving for