Realm Of Morpheus Poem by Mark Crane

Meandering through the realm of Morpheus; bissfully lost
Ahead lay vast fields of cinnamon scented sunflowers
Standing juxtaposed facing an almond colored, afternoon sky
Familiar figure comfortably crouched at the foot of an odd shaped knoll

Strange, ephemeral conversation with a long passed loved one
Felt sad to gaze again upon his blue, lifeless face
Warmed by cherrished memories long since thought of
See you soon, were his eerily parting words; don't be late now

We have prepared the feast for your long awaited arrival they'll all be there
Disappearing into the thorned wilderness with his characteristic cackle
Off in the squinting disstance a storm black as hate is forming
A prediction of things to come pehaps? Or something much more sinister?

Awake...