I wish I could recall that sprightly dream
That tided me until I first awoke;
I wish, but never do recall, what shone
When nothing shone of all those suns I see
Today, as if today were but a seam
Between dimensions none have mapped or known.
Thus I should sleep, to wake - and there explore
Worlds I had strolled when all was lost in dream.
And if, instead, I find myself alone
Among a black and endless corridor
With none to show - or guide - my eye or hand,
Then I shall lament my rush to slumber,
And count myself just one of a thousand
Reigning kings of time and oblivion.