Descended is the night,
fallen are our shields and veils,
stricken and powerless to protect us,
allowing secret voices to touch our dreams.
Out of the night mist comes the voice,
treading on the edge of dawn.
Into my restless thoughts it enters,
whispering of the possibilities.
Temptations proffered to my soul,
teasing morsels of delight,
luring desires, sensual and sublime,
deepest dreams awakened.
Be there truthfulness within those whispers,
or be there falsehoods, deceptions, and deceit?
Doth these dreams speak truth?
How am I to delve their mystery and make discernment?
fallen are our shields and veils,
stricken and powerless to protect us,
allowing secret voices to touch our dreams.
Out of the night mist comes the voice,
treading on the edge of dawn.
Into my restless thoughts it enters,
whispering of the possibilities.
Temptations proffered to my soul,
teasing morsels of delight,
luring desires, sensual and sublime,
deepest dreams awakened.
Be there truthfulness within those whispers,
or be there falsehoods, deceptions, and deceit?
Doth these dreams speak truth?
How am I to delve their mystery and make discernment?