There is a place translucent in my dreams
Where there seems to pervade a calm
And I escape from the madness of me
Who lies deep beneath the debree
The fragments of a psalm
Drift through the broken beams
A song hangs in the air and tells me to fly
Says, "Forget who you are and come away"
I long to leave this empty shell
A cloak I've long worn far too well
Dream ere to see the light of day
And fly away and meet the sky
Observe some blue star that melts through me
Of an unknown galaxy, where I belong
Where I am free and I understand
The dreadful ache that subsides in fair this land
In the voice that whispers the song
Cools the fire that ravishes deep within me
Until I feel a peace like the one who leads
The gentle hand knows where to grace
And smooth the fractures of the pain unbearable
Soft, pure, and unforgettable
The hand that touches for to erase
Fulfills, extinguishes all of my needs
In just a touch upon my face
And sweet a flight into the star
Where I was sure I'd dreampt my life
Unshackled, free and warmly blithe
No longer needing that which etched a mar
Upon my person, bringing such disgrace
Yet when the voice of gentle word
Told me I must and shall return
I begged, "Dear Sage, please do not send me back!
I fear that I shall melt to black
Back in the fire that makes me burn
Could you not change me into a bird?
Some humble creature with not a care
That I may fly from what I dread
A wretched ache that gives no rest
That one which puts me to the test
And leaves me chilled in a room, red
This, please, I beg, I could not bear!"
The voice, with pity swelling, sang
Said not to fear, that things would change
That on returning, I'd be free
As any creature in all the galaxy
And sorted would be my melange
At just that moment my bell rang
I heard that horrid ringing sound
I scrambled to find the noisy source
But on turning on the light
There was not a thing in sight
I felt a strange and lucid force
That took me and turned me round
A curious face smiled at my shock
Said, "I thought you would never wake--
Come! the tea--it must be cold
The maid shall surely rant and scold
Now hurry, quick, for heaven's sake!"
She closed the door and turned the lock
And to this day I cannot place
How I awoke in such a way
Or ever learned how came this state
Perhaps a winding twist of fate
That I should in a strange place stay
With this bright, kind, agreeable face
Whom I sense knows of quaint my plight
And my enchanted, airy flight