In The Arms Of Morpheus

 

drifting over

dew cast lawns

bare footed and silent

the silken threads

of spiders webs

lacing toes with frost

melting footprints

cross the path

lead gently to

a flowing river

where dreams

pop to the surface

in silver bubbles

before being lost

In the flowing eddies

 

the trees

gather close

embracing

and protecting

the traveller

on this road

to nowhere

 

murmuring leaves

tell tales

of ancient cities

and a three headed

dog that growls

a warning

to the unwary

trespasser

 

cotton billows

flag-like

in a growing

breeze

wrapping around

flailing arms

and legs

 

Morpheus

standing

at the garden gate

calling home

his lover

his wings

beat steady

like a heart

 

just like a heart

 

he wants you

to stay

to play

awhile

to lay

in his arms

forever

 

some sound

diverts your eyes

and in that moment

he is lost

 

eyes

slowly

creak

open

 

the pulsing dots

on the digital clock

like a spray of bullets

at a summer massacre…