The Arms of Morpheus

In the arms of Morpheus.... 

I will fall
from my jagged cloud
twenty fathoms deep,
then witness nothing
but your eyes, clear
blue as mountain air.

I will drown
inside your gods
as they find me, naked
of coming wounds,
floating still in rivers
raging past aqua scars.

In the arms of Morpheus....

I will cry
your shoulders bare,
a thousand questions
silenced with a glance
and tender hands, praying
aloud to saffron skies.

I will wake
the song of doves,
unsung in clover fields
we run through, forever
gathering strands of gold,
as Elysium sacrifices you

to me.

In the arms of Morpheus....