From stygian gloom of darkness
close to a twilight morn,
out of the fog of morpheus’ womb,
consciousness reborn.
Emerging from the mind laid mists,
and reaching for the light
it rouses into waking thoughts;
shrugs off vestigial night.
Rich reruns of inchoate dreams
fade swiftly into dawn.
As dreaming time is brushed aside,
reality reforms.
Bizarre and surreal kingdom
of dreams and fantasy;
once more tonight I’ll visit you
to keep you company.
Steve Wheeler © 29 June, 2021
Photo © Steve Wheeler 2020
