When the cerulean sky   Is painted over with crimson   And the sun descends into the horizon   When the moon sings oneiric serenades   And we are coaxed into lethargy   Its seductive power enchants us   And opens the gates...    To the Citadel of Dreams    The bastion of illusion    Engraved with the elaborate   Archetypes of wisdom   Primordial designs embedded within   That inspire mythos   Bathed amongst pillars of light   Its ivory towers shine like bright stars   Submerged in subconscious   Within sapphire halls of deep blue   We drift and float as we slumber   Carried by the tides of languor   One by one we extend our minds   To receive precious fantasies    Infused by the lyre of the muse   With the enchantment of obscurity    Like delicate snowflakes    Melting upon flesh    These fragile memories   Are dissolved by consciousness   (And yet traces remain)   The imprints of another world   Reached only through the psyche...   The Citadel of Dreams