My dreams, like wisps of smoke and sigh
Ascend on currents, pale and high
They drift beyond the moonlit sphere
To realms where shadows hold no fear
They float to Hades, dark and deep
Where Styx's waters softly weep
A realm of myth, a shadowed land
Where echoes whisper, hand in hand
My hopes and fears, in shades of gray
Are borne on winds that softly sway
They seek the ferryman's dark boat
Where souls embark, and memories float
Through fields of asphodel they roam
A silent journey, far from home
My dreams, they seek a final rest
Within the bosom of the blessed
Or shadowed corners, cold and deep
Where secrets slumber, mysteries sleep
My dreams are floating, lost to sight
To Hades' shores, in endless night
(Jamm)
