As Morpheus whispers soothing lullabies,
on quiet wings, softly he carries me to bed
and tucks the feather pillow beneath my head
wishing me sweet dreams, he silently drifts away
leaving me sleeping.
Dreams seemingly alive,
Dreams so deeply obscure
shatter the peace of the night
tossing and turning,
do I swiftly awaken,
tired and withdrawn,
with eyes heavy,
lying wrapped in warm covers,
shivering against the inner chill
waiting, anxious for the red light of dawn