Oh dear Morpheus you arise,
Manifesting silently through
The shattered psychedelic glass
that captures my reflection.
But where have you gone?
I reach out to you in beams,
grasping my longing quintessence
for the shimmering light that so
dearly captures your pious touch .
But where have you gone?
I see glances of your makeup
in the distance of the morning sun.
Peaking through the fresh day
of the children's laughter.
But where have you gone?
Path by path I travel,
Compassing along trying to find
the key which so desperately
unlocks the jaws of the inevitable.
But where have you gone?
Slowly through the acrid pane I fall,
Twiddling through the crimson haze
of my fading reflection, I scream
a silent scream of hope..
Catch me dear Morpheus, catch me.
