Madness...

Where does fancy flow?
Where do waters go?

On the tip of my dream
is anything real?
For everything does seem
like an ether
caught in a stream

Are those sounds the sounds of light?
Or birds caught in flight?
Does that clock on the mantle there tick
Or is my mind clouding over thick?
Is this warmth the warmth of cold?
Or am I getting far too old?

My mind has wandered far
reaching for the cold star
Into mounts I climb
Hanging on to vines
For in the darkness shines
All the light of my wandering time

In the room I lay, thinking of all things
You too were there, ringing on the wings
The clouds were fairly thick
Your hair was raven slick
And through the door there came
The man who I once blamed

But now my mind is gone
Down there in the twilight Grond
And ever since I fell to you
I never said the things I thought I knew
And you have driven me over the edge
My mind is gone, my weakness pledge

And I see all that was before
And all that is, I hear come to call
For I see the day that draws so near
The cold war, it is so clear
And the day that will close all men
Will come to you; but until then

I'll sit upon this cloud of mine
Till all the world does rob me blind