N'est pas??
Morpheus
As the stars opened their eyes and sequenced the sky
she rose from her lair and donned her disguise.
She took to the air, unperceived to the world,
yet all knew her touch and her kiss and her hold.
They entered her world and they called out her name
And she went to them, held them and soothed their pain.
She took them to places where green was the sky
and the flowers had faces and people could fly.
She recalled their memories and entwined them with hers,
she soared with them, warmed them and played in their past.
But sometimes He comes with his hatchet and spurs
and they slip from her fingers and fall from her grasp.
He lures them with candy that's studded with nails
then invades them with tendrils of terror and pain.
His faces are many, his names come in shoals
Chimera, Bogeyman, Serpent and Ghoul.
Then consciousness stirs and reality comes
and flickering memories slip slowly away.
She and her nemesis slowly dissolve
and wait in their lairs for the passing of day.
And throughout the day their names are recalled
She's remembered with yearning, He with a scream
and when the shadows of night unfold, they are called,
His name is Nightmare and her name is Dream.
© Lynn McCorry 1995
As the stars opened their eyes and sequenced the sky
she rose from her lair and donned her disguise.
She took to the air, unperceived to the world,
yet all knew her touch and her kiss and her hold.
They entered her world and they called out her name
And she went to them, held them and soothed their pain.
She took them to places where green was the sky
and the flowers had faces and people could fly.
She recalled their memories and entwined them with hers,
she soared with them, warmed them and played in their past.
But sometimes He comes with his hatchet and spurs
and they slip from her fingers and fall from her grasp.
He lures them with candy that's studded with nails
then invades them with tendrils of terror and pain.
His faces are many, his names come in shoals
Chimera, Bogeyman, Serpent and Ghoul.
Then consciousness stirs and reality comes
and flickering memories slip slowly away.
She and her nemesis slowly dissolve
and wait in their lairs for the passing of day.
And throughout the day their names are recalled
She's remembered with yearning, He with a scream
and when the shadows of night unfold, they are called,
His name is Nightmare and her name is Dream.
© Lynn McCorry 1995