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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?
#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.
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.
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?
© 2015 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
Painting: Shine a Light © 2015 RC deWinter
how shall I magick visions worth their keep?
© 2015 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
Painting: Shine a Light © 2015 RC deWinter
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