Slumbering wastes

They laid curled in prostrate rest
Sun streams on green fronds glaring rays 
Idled hands with souls preferring demise sleeps
To slip beyond, where consciousness meets essence 
Daytime slumber wanders the mind
Multitude quest visions probing usurped pasts 
Soothing breeze, caresses slumber deep dying mortals
The ethereal tolled by seas of souls, laying with the keeper 
More rests, beyond be gone, their quests?
On hope relied, yet fusing bang conceives many more 
They are in a chimera willing wish control not
Beyond the clouds powers inert, still these mortals languish 
What they started not, but must at force propel
Till be vagaries as strived biographs vanities 
And account as doctrine, for it would give
For Heavenly or Hades eternity 
And many more begat many more
Yet slumbered trance, gate port of two wasted cycles