Morpheus

Morpheus


Oh Morpheus, you bringer of my dreams,
a message from the gods in years gone by,
though meaning may not be just what it seems;
the tales you tell are no more than a lie.

Each night you visit whispering your words,
proclaiming they're a gift from heaven's shore.
They fly within my dreams like sacred birds
yet with the sun's first kiss they are no more.

I wake to fading laughter. All is jest –
the promises you made ebb with the light
and still, somehow, I feel that I've been blessed
by your dark benediction in the night.

Perhaps your earthly visits are a test,
preparing us for our eternal rest.

An entry for Day 6, "Invalid Item" 
Prompt: Write a poem about or alluding to an historical, fictional, religious or mythological character(s) who interests you.
Required words: "earth" and/or "heaven".
Forbidden words: "history", "myth", "time", "age", "ago", "love", "death", "born".
Form: English Sonnet ~ or Shakespearean sonnet has three quatrains and a couplet for a total of 14 lines. The rhyme is abab cdcd efef gg. This form is written in iambic pentameter.
Line Count: 14