Up from the pantheon

Up from the pantheon,
Wickedly justified is this touch.
Silent echos falling from stitched lips,
Nothingness calling my name.
Fated to the winds as they might please.
Such a long dismemberment is this at your hand.
Breath coils into light, 
from winters vacant eyes.
Shelter comes to the faithless one and yet I am denied.
Latent are the dreams where as a youth I once did play,
Velum covers all that once was.
Yet I am still so real.
Am I not?
Deep within this walking dream, come you to me.
Wake me from this dark slumber.
for this cavern of solitude.
This chasm shall not be my grave, 
I fall awake in this new dawn of your touch. 
Falling into my awakening.