Yes,
  I have awoken again;
     To the morning tide and
   Auriferous nebulae of
  This plane.

Been somewhere, have I.
    A journey, I've made.
   Exciting, it was.
 And ere, have I strayed.

These orbs which are windows,
  Are opaque with that sleep.
  Exciting, it was.
     But rememberance goes . . .

   Recedes, does it's tide,
  Which deeply, didst pull
  A mind from its eye,
And in vision,
Made full.

But the surface, below
  Be dark and veneer
    And beneath it, I know
  Lies the truth, and my fear.

 So I turn in this fear,
  Of aqueous dark
    And to this day, do I steer,
 'Pon its course,
I embark.