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