Testo The Ivory Gate Of Dreams

I. Innocence



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II. Cold Daze



The coldness of confusion

Hangs in the morning air

As brazen bells ring reality

To announce the conqueror dawn



Removed from nights fleeting trance
Plunged headlong into cold days

Where in a circle we wander

The barren wastes of our pasts.



III. Daylight Dreamers



Daylight dreamers awaken

On deserts of desperation

Lonely lives learn to live on

Islands of isolation

Surrounded by violent oceans

Of hate and hopeless sorrows

Daylight dreamers envision

Tranquil seas in safe tomorrows



Dreaming through the darkened day

Along tempest torn strands

Desperately grasping the grains

Of hope that flit through our hands

As they fall we tighten our hold

While the waves claim the final few

Taken without ceremony

They drift out of view



Washed away with the tides of time

Slipped through our fingers as dreams do



IV. Quietus



From sleeping visions

Daily were torn

In waking hours

Hopes our forlorn

Is all we do and all we dream

Doomed to drown in a hopeless stream?



Wishing life were made of lasting visions

In eternal sleep

And if that rest were filled with sorrow

Still we'd sleep



In the madness of a silent eternity

We'd find solace in false visions

That protect us from reality



Enter ivory gates through midnight skies

Daylight dreamers in private parades

Perform before perpetual dawn

As dusk engulfs the gate of horn



Ivory towers appear beyond the gate

Invisible fortresses of escape

Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and fears

Impervious to reality



V. Ivory Tower



Behind sullen doors

Untouched within

Sale from summer storms

And winter winds

Relentless tempests

Can weaken walls

Towers falter when

Reality calls



Untouchable by all without

Lost in the silken web youth may weave

Tangled threads seem a stronghold

But illusions can deceive

A cold daze plagues the air

Driven by aging winds

The walls give way to the rush

And let reality



VI. Whispers on the wind



Misty morning on windswept plain

Embers of a fortress all that remain



The seeds of life that burned within

have flown like whispers on the wind

From the sleepers world

I look toward darkening skys.

Through the violet haze of summer storms

The sun leaves tired eyes



VII. Acquiescence



Betrayed by innocence

Deceived by delusions

Plagiarized promises

Pale into empty hopes



Ivory towers bow down

In reverence to daylight

As dreamers awaken

In sleepers somber shade



Ocean Waves shift leaving

Only memories.

Final traces of hope

Are swallowed in the deep



Despair sends a certain calm

A vague sense of relief

Released from all our longings

Silently we'll sleep



Hope leads to quiet desperation

When reality obscures the dream

Makes the mind a grave of memories

That wander like the lonely breeze

Whose whispers echo through ruins rust

Of towers torn and dreams turned to dust



VIII. Retrospect



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