The powerful realms of time Shroud us dream figures in Frightening dreams of that Hateful defencelessness Our pale silhouettes are Strange prisoners on that old And rudderless raft of truth Chained to the changeable Whirls of waiting on The stream of fading And while the daylight is waiting Hidden behind the bare skull's top Of a cruelly grinning moon My figure is staring into a whispering And lively landscape of trees Which is filled with hope and Speaks the stranger's language The temptation to understand Bears peculiar pictures Of an unsuspecting boy The dawn appears grey and Contorted beyond recognition In deep loss of the former pride Swept away on rudderless raft By raging stream's power In those deeper waters of Our blinded existence While sad eye sockets rove Through their chamber's Everlasting emptiness