Soul Slipper

Twilight downs the sun as dreams appear on the screen of sleep Slips into the subconscious realm and trips a few fuses in slumber Adapts and clears clutter and narrates and alters the story in kind Strips and clips a mind full of sentience like an ad-blocking app When dreams slip into a magical edition it proofreads my soul In magic Morpheus tenders to soft renditions and rehearses A new dawn for sanity’s sake and rearranges bedlam in silence Ties new meaning to fake news and spins alignments afresh Compounds and rearranges while the curtain slowly descends A dress rehearsal in night gown patiently waits for the curtain A sacred orange globe dances with ripples dissected by clouds Ultramarine parades on the fading horizon of tangerine canvas As the gatekeeper confers with clairvoyants and hobbling goblins The mermaids charter the voyage with sea gulls and dolphin as they Tie holy knots onto the tapestry of fabrication and spirited truths Sometimes my aspirations and recollections call for clean slates When charcoal rules anthracite waves draped in sombre veils Or polychrome splashes beg to hold on to the palette forever Sleep brushes over karma and vagaries and tames with a stroke Of restful fortune in infinite renditions of what the future might hold A life line appears on the horizon anchoring a courageous flare Regardless of whether my journey explores a secret underworld Or ships critique onto the blatantly obvious faults in the vessel Poseidon pumps up the raft as tears and regrets rock the boat Blows caution to the wind and advises to hold on for dear life Neptune challenges his counterpart and weighs for good measure Yet Atlantis refuses to sink and Nirvana sweeps the ocean’s floor Phoenix gathers soaked ashes while jetsam jumps into the current When the night parades its blessing the sun resets a new dawn The moon watches over assorted memories baggage and hope 19th April 2020