A thousand dreamers crept as one   Journey'd by the colder sun   
Knocked at the chamber's gate   Yet this sleeper does not wake   
In the oracle overhung   With careless whispers, ivystung   
Their tiny fingers cling to warmth   A home for the love weary heart   

Onward sacrarium, time sojourns   Palanquin leads this path adorned   
While reverent creatures soft prepare   The slumberous beauty carried there   
And lay their hands on silken skin   As through these veins the gods did run   
Two thousand arms in twilight   Endless dream and endless night   

Past echoed ruins overgrown   Small voices drift in ancient tongue   
Mindful to their deepest wish   For a home to the love weary heart   

In soft embrace I now arise   And search for peace in hungering eyes   
Thy faces change: my love renames   Our starlit world, the past remains   
Forgotten by linear spite   One thousand pairs of second sight   
Who through my eyes at last may see   We are divinity   We choose to be