Morpheus

[Pendragon]

Morpheus

I chased Nightmare Dreams across the shifting sands—
Beneath the glow of Morpheus’ baleful eye.
I sometimes wonder how he thinks and plans,

To design the Night Visions that leave me as I am?
There can be no escape, no matter how hard I try!
I chased Nightmare Dreams across the shifting sands—

Haunting, elusive images that mocked me as I ran
Screaming beneath a growling, pitch-black sky.
I sometimes wonder how he thinks and plans,

Or are the illusions only mine? Untouched by Morpheus’ hands?
And if so, are they thus doomed to plague me until I die?
I chased Nightmare Dreams across the shifting sands—

Through the Darkness and the Fear, such as few mortal men
Have seen and lived to ask the question “Why?”
I sometimes wonder how he thinks and plans,

But then the Night belongs to Morpheus—we are but visitors in that land…
I lay me down to sleep, and yet I dare not close my eyes—
For I have chased Nightmare Dreams across the shifting sands—
Dear God! I sometimes wonder how he thinks and plans…

© 12/10/97 D L Harris
Published by Poetry Forum (date remains unconfirmed possibly due to address change)

[ampoule]

I just don't know how you do this so well and over and over again. I really want to pull in my reins and try something like this more often.

[CdnReader]

That photo....and a magnificent poem about Morpheus.... You're really starting to scare me, Pen. :alien: