Unreal Hyms of the Night

Slip into peaceful dreaming sleep...
...A ease not greatly earned.
To forget the wisps of reality's life
And forsake the hate thus churned.

Slip into misgiving falsities.
For dreams are truly bare.
For in dreams you cannot touch to live
And reality is no longer there.

So forget the drapes of moonlit caste
Shape into your bosom's coat
Seethrough silver; it flows with grace...
...Against the softness of your throat.

So breathe in gently the nighttime air
Dream your relaxing runes
Vanishing charms massage your body
As you listen to false angelic tunes.