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  Polanquin 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 linnear spite  One thousand pairs of second sight  Who through my eyes at last may see  We are divinity  We choose to be