The Origin of Dreams

The momentum of the evening
Cooled by a sun in hiding
Turns itself into a realm of make-believe
Echoing like laughter down the halls of history
Bathed in hope I gather the ravages of time
Pretending youth is capable to relive once again

Here in night's enclosure
Stirring caldrons with the mind
I think to live it all again
But times no friend of mine
He goes about his harvest
Gathering the lives
That faded just as soon as we
Learned to love through lies
Battle hard I'm ready with
Sword and pen in hand
To take back all the laughter
I left on timeless lands.