Welcome to his world
where he reigns supreme.
Hovering over you,
sprinkling seeds of dreams,
watching them blossom,
as he just steps back.
Daylight has nothing
on the mystical Night.
The night is wrought
with dreams,
both good and bad,
chasing images and places,
people and things
which only make sense…
under the Sandman’s veil.
Lions with purple afros,
Fairies wearing combat
boots and wings,
****** adventures
upside down,
spiritual entities
floating in the middle
of a citrine
crystal sea.
These are but a few things
we may see in dreams,
under dancing eyelids,
under cover of dark.
We step into a world
where the odd and
cryptic and usually strange
are nothing
but the norm.
A world where
flying elephants
who sit a while to chat,
are never cause to
bat an eyelash…
until you awaken.
The hustle and bustle
during hours of the sun,
come to a close
at the end of days
‘cause…
Daylight has nothing
on the mystical Night.
-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
Welcome to his world
where he reigns supreme.
Hovering over you,
sprinkling seeds of dreams,
watching them blossom,
as he just steps back.
Daylight has nothing
on the mystical Night.
The night is wrought
with dreams,
both good and bad,
chasing images and places,
people and things
which only make sense…
under the Sandman’s veil.
Lions with purple afros,
Fairies wearing combat
boots and wings,
****** adventures
upside down,
spiritual entities
floating in the middle
of a citrine
crystal sea.
These are but a few things
we may see in dreams,
under dancing eyelids,
under cover of dark.
We step into a world
where the odd and
cryptic and usually strange
are nothing
but the norm.
A world where
flying elephants
who sit a while to chat,
are never cause to
bat an eyelash…
until you awaken.
The hustle and bustle
during hours of the sun,
come to a close
at the end of days
‘cause…
Daylight has nothing
on the mystical Night.
-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
* Ode to the world of sleep and dreams. *
