The Dreamers

We have gathered here together

As the dreamers of forever

As the cruisers of our weather

With a vision to remember.

In a cavern with the moonlight dim,

Awakened eyelids gaze within,

From star ship masts and oaken tables;

To sense how long the passion lasts;

And which of us is able, to rage the voodoo to its limit,

And wreck the room, until we’re in it.

See the chandelier of frosted golden cones,

And the embroidered frozen tones

Of elementary empty souls, that sail into the great unknown,

With the backing of the scribes, residing on the wall,

Where everyone can have their say, and together we say all,

With opened voice and hollow eyes,

We’ll slip into the stars, and shed our old disguise.

A whole new way is paved in paintings on the wood,

In diagrams and epigrams of where our vision could,

Be flooding through inspired blood,

By candle-lights, and ritual rites of our cosmic night display,

Where kaleidoscopic images, like Indian mirages, bring our light into the day.

We are dreamers, and would like to enchant your ear,

Until you sink into our sphere, and let the sunken space

Retrace your face into the realm of really being here.

We are dreamers, and would like to steal your eyes away,

Until you melt into the molten clay of our creative display.