Transcendental Mystication

and when the closer sound fades into memory
the soft embrace of your fragile ghost covers my sorrow
laying me down in fields of newborn dreams

gentle persuasions walk me up to the gates of your palace
falling into the sweet bliss of your cool darkness

this is just a dream
this is just a dream

pull me closer to the edge of your perversion
slipping further into the simple oblivion you offer
waves of color drown out the gray of reality

eternal embrace holds me in your golden chamber
isolated from myself within your cool darkness