A Real Dream Date
The Sand Man comes
in dead of night.
He borrows my soul
and we take flight.
Twinkle of stars,
hanging high,
Made by us,
as we float by.
Cosmic theatrics
commencing soon.
Our host tonight;
The Man In The Moon.
The Virgin pours
into silver cups,
sweetest necter,
as act I erupts.
Another notch
On Orion's belt;
out wrestling Leo,
surrender felt.
Scorpio's tail
stings Cancer's back.
Then amputated;
crab's fierce attack.
A true aimed arrow
from Archer's quill.
The charging Ram
now lies still.
All fall silent
As the Twins take stage;
as one, their dance
Of an ancient age.
They give a bow;
the show now over.
He wisks me home,
slips me neath the cover.
I miss him already
as I awake.
My date with The Sand Man;
a real dream date.
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