DREAMLESS NIGHTS

When the subconscious slumbers one is haunted with a barren quiescence
Awakening mornings with a solace
Nevertheless lurking is something ominous
Morpheus is on leave unfurling his wings surging in astral projection
extending beyond the Milky Way transporting his gift of somnolence.
The images will someday transform and return as a theater quite miraculous.
In this state between reality and escapism
we express our sense of introspection
through metaphors describing our somnambulistic and subtle experience.
We begin to recognize the brittleness
of the dreamless nights as an incidence.
A deeper shade of indigo swept deeply devouring a pleasant shimmering brightness.
Casting a murmuring rumble into our stillness
while enacting a strange infliction
blocking the gullible munchkins who have pitifully lost their imagination.
This is also an unwished imposition
hidden in a form of empiricism
closing the wonderful doors of fascination.
Screeching woes manifest clarity for the necessity of a clear contriteness
to correct our inability to fathom the capacity of coping with our countenance.
This circumstance escorts a promenade of eerie spirits carrying a glooming friction.
The intensity is everlasting confusing every priestly blessing from the monks on high.
The infidels are rubbing their hands conjuring up the blackened trees on Beggar’s hill.
I then blurt out insults to these futile fools who exhibit an inacceptable attitude.
Stupefied and bewildered they flounder aimlessly procuring morsels with nothingness
as a consolation chained to their ludicrous disposition
while damned amidst their ignorance.
Enunciating phrases to shock the brave rattling their awareness
from truth to absolute fiction.
The prerequisite to rediscover the whereabouts
of our fancy are found in a comforting latitude.
Leaving us all reaching for straws as the dreamless nights give us the hunger to fulfill
the missing link of existence which pampers our creative binges as we mystify
our reverie with the unexpected resource we hold in our personally internal gratitude.
Returning through the twilight of the subliminal corners of our fantasy will exemplify
the guiding torch which heeds our waking hours
while we reorientate through newer visions.
Through surrealistic illuminations we’ll raise our perception
and further an optimistic aptitude
shaking the fundament of cynicism to beautify our substantiality
while raising our sweet ambition.
The healing powers from the dreamless nights lie
concealed in one’s newly-found futuristic goodwill
which emanated from the serenity of motionlessness
which cultivated a blossoming plenitude.
We will commence our relationship with Morpheus
who returns to our slumber with a multitude
of charming chimera mirroring our emotions
and heartfelt memories as we happily sing a trill
as the dreamless nights disappear and our third eye
transmits our cinema so marvelously versified.
When our eyes are heavy and Hypnos beckons
our weary souls to meditate we can thrill
for the arena awaits our invocation to visit us
in languor with its performance oh so glorified.