Hypnos praise!
Hypnos please –
Bless me with the
swift sinking to
Your land of dreams!
A blank place,
A purity;
A peaceful colour-field
Of the darkest tones.
I wish to escape
This woeful tale the
Fates have woven
All for me.
Hypnos praise!
Hypnos please –
Bless me with the
swift sinking to
Your land of dreams!
Are you there?
Do you even hear?
Or are the gods of old
Just statues and stories?
We never hear about
The love stories
Gone sour.
The ones that
Fizzle,
With no one to blame
But T I M E.
C I R C U M S T A N C E.
SHIT – BAD – LUCK.
No Thalia laughing;
No – she’s turned away
With disinterest.
No Shakespearian comedies;
No donkey men,
no pucks nor fae royals;
No happy marriages,
No happy endings.
Nor does Melpomene shift her gaze;
She’d rather shove her back to me.
And so I’m left to
sweep up my own weep
– my tears and
my feelings;
my likes
I never got to love. –
Hypnos praise!
Hypnos please –
Bless me with the
Swift sinking to
Your land of dreams!
What awaits?