Flowing past on memory's wings
above soft and empty streets of yore
rolling through the sky, it sings;
ethereal echoes, "nevermore"
Well past the quiet phantom pale
each yielding to the solemn call;
light footsteps on the glowing trail
leave embers for the Dreamer's trawl
Tracing shadows in the silent rain;
only sleep will make these plain
Yonder goes the Dreamer's mind
over each phantasmic glow
until the past is left behind.