Morphious Unbound

[seymoure]

Tell me tales of sleep,
Where legends awake,
Where dancing synapses relax,
And eyes gaze past this world,
Where dreams are good and bad,
Where love is ever warm and inviting,
Where death can only threaten like a school yard bully,
And mists are blankets, and match girls fly,
Where all of life is restful.
Tell me tales of sleep,
I hunger for them,
I long for their simplicity,
That place that cares not where you are from,
Or how you look,
For sleep loves us all.
Tale me tales of sleep,
Until I find the path for myself.