Thread by @RCdeWinter

#poetry
#sonnet

Invoking Morpheus

The night, of late, is nothing but a blank;
no dreams are surfacing on break of day.
Is this phenomenon something to thank,
or has all inspiration gone astray?

I do not wish for nightmares to invade,
but strange it is that nothing I recall
of hours spent in Morpheus's glade,
as if beyond the purview of life's scrawl.

Oh shine a lantern, daemon god of dreams,
illuminate the secrets of the mind,
that better I will see beyond what streams
while wakeful, and there understanding find.

For lacking that which works its spell in sleep,
how shall I magick visions worth their keep?

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Painting: Shine a Light © 2015 RC deWinter

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