To bask once more in the golden day,
Dreaming of the beauty that lies beyond the veil,
Lifted from the pallor of the night tides sway,
Called into the land ablaze with a new tale.
Sailing into the vaulted sky's never gray sights,
Where the glory of the blue horizon stretches on,
Far from the finite world and its infinite plights,
Where goddess and shell in great splendor do hail.

Within the lands below great Helios' burning gaze,
Where the breeze blows a new dawn’s sweet song,
Where the dreamer seeks the rose of the maze,
And the tangled web woven by fate grows long, 
Great storms build upon the unceasing horizons edge,
Raining upon the land yet another turn of the wheel.

The path of the dreamer becomes a murky wedge
Between the veiled beauty and all that is surreal,
As daylight descends into great depths of black,
Sweeping the world away into the night tides sway,
Carried away once more from the days golden back,
Beyond the veil, to slumber in this morphean hideaway.