Hyperborea

This was a vision, fresh and clear as a mountain stream.
The mind revealing itself to itself.
In my vision I was on the veranda of a vast estate, a palazzo of some fantastic proportion.
There seemed to emanate from it a light from within this gleaming radiant marble.
I'd known this place, I'd in fact been born and raised there.
This was my first return, a reunion with the deepest wellsprings of my being.
(Wandering about, I noticed happily that the house had been immaculately maintained.)
(There'd been added a number of additional rooms but in a way that blended so seamlessly with the original construction one would never detect the difference.)
(Returning to the house's grand foyer there came a knock at the door.)
(My son was standing there.)
He was happy and carefree... clearly living a life of deep harmony and joy.
(We embraced, a warm and loving embrace nothing withheld.)
(We were in this moment, one.)
My vision ended.
And I awoke with a tremendous feeling of optimism and confidence
(in you and your future. That was my vision of you.)

(part of it is repeated later in the song.)