When Dreams Return Us the Sun
Well into the inky depths of night,
My breath relearns; the life urge returns,
Yet my own is of the least concern—
But all who would seek blind, the scourge of light,
And seek the sun pilfered from the very sky,
Stolen away and hidden by the Dark Magi,
Who aid the return of their hidden Master,
The most reviled and self-vilified caster,
What vengeance shall he bring?
Where, lo, the innocent dream, and nightingales sing,
What crooked hands bare the nightmare ring—
To wear and reek terror midst softest slumber.
In dream he may surpass and outnumber,
And become numberless like the shade
That blots the moon above the glade
Where kind memories were made,
As the sun cast down the gleaming rays—
Where now we fear the end of days.
Yet a glimmer shines; As tattered hope wanes
As gleaming soldiers rear the silver reins
Of the unfurling wing'd pegasi brigade—
Our heroes proud, our hopes remade
The rearing steeds rake the swirling shade;
Fearless riders charge the blackened fade,
Where swords clash flash sparks and ire;
There in the void danced the war afire.
And with mine own blade of hope so bright,
Onward and t'ward the fray, unite.
And in our whirl of valorous might
Rout the Magi midst cracks of light;
The low murmurs of thunder
That fill night,
And break the blight,
Of woe asunder,
Releasing the tethered sun
Back to the forlorn breast of heaven,
Felling that Master and his evil plot—
E'en now his whim be forgot
As I awake—
To the smells of fried eggs and steak,
The soft rocking of the houseboat atop the lake—
And none too soon: did we grant the weary their boons,
And catch ere the grateful lily maid as she swoons
For once more by valorous might the world is saved
Midst the cheers and thrown bouquets—
Further and further away the sounds of imagination raved.
And a youngly hero rose to wash his face
And saw his glad smile the moon mirror thought trace,
An old artifact handed down from a nobler race—
"Mikey, you better come and get it
Before your father makes his bedroom exit
And gobbles up the eggs and meat
And leaves but crumbs about our feet.
Hurry, hurry my sweet!"
Come hither and eat!
"Hither?!"
Mikey couldn't help but wonder
If he was still asleep.
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