Pretty as a star, distant as the horizon,
You are that all-knowing mystery,
Like a dream, silent, unfathomable,
Beckoning at the edge of infinity's meadow,
Immutable, like a presence from time's beginning,
In a topaz chill,
A night city calls through silent trees of primeval dawn,
You are the dream, I am the dreamer,
The obsidian darkness pulls me beyond your unchanging essence,
In a jasmine myth,
A sea of specters float through distant passageways of the Morning Star,
The wind of dreams, alive in a sea of gems,
Phantom field, in depths of sleep,
Summoning me to rise through passages of the emerald wind.