Rune - Opium for My Soul

Last night in my dreams…echoing in what seems.
The Chambers of the sacred-
whispers that put me to sleep.
Twilight harvesting. Priests of navigation.
Persistent themes in incessant changes.

The future’s despair entangled
In ancient past’s long reign.

Lost is what we’ll never know…
To grasp intellect of lost worlds.
The inquiries of their unwanted.
The theories of their most maddened.
The shadows of their darkest rooms-
Exposed in this release from reality.

Behold the oldest gods…and basking in the glow…
And lying in the wake…the scenery unfolds.
A stage of mind marked by abstraction.
Harmony in this chaotic breath.

All the times the wind carried away my tonal.
Pictures that thought paints-
What I can’t shut out.

All that would go ill with sleep…
Steals silence from the night.
Dreaming becomes an art.
Opium for my soul.