The World Is Dreamt ...

The world is dreamt by a sleeping god,
and the shivers of dawn ripple his soul.
Memories of things, which happened yesterday,
before the world existed,
glint hauntingly.

This world, in whose soul we have no part,
meets us where the path bends,
it breathes a terror, which is not ours,
from boundaries far away,
from worlds with other laws.
Sleep, sleep deeper, you sleepy head,
until the dream no longer torments you,
or wake up to the day, creator,
and make us real!