From the Mouths of the Gods

Morpheus

Finding faces in warped starlight,
Falling through colored clouds and silver streaked moonlight.

Clouds blur in watered eyes,
No ground to be seen as gravity pulls limbs upward.
They dare to caress the sky while being torn apart.

Winds caress cheeks flying farther and faster,
Feather-light and floating towards eternity.

In the darkness of eternity's dream,
A lovers hands reach out,
Gripping cold skin and restoring warmth.

Warm arms wind tightly around a soft waist,
A blanket of comfort found in strong shoulders.

Morpheus presses kisses to her temple,
Bringing comfort where it was once lost and worshipping where it is found anew.
He takes her between worlds of wonder.

She wonders how anyone could resist craving death,
When it is merely a prolonged spring.