Vervain

Faith and the Muse

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