Imponderable improbability
Built with much perplexity
That which we cannot see with our eyes
Nimble hands must try to render
As the senses doth surrender
Twilight muse as nocturne slowly dies
To we alone, my trusted friend,
Do these vesper spairits send
Within our minds and hearts they do arise
As dawn smiles on a far-off land
Denizens of a world unseen
Take their cue upon the sand
And make us dream of other dreams
And make us dream of other dreams
