Lethe

Lethe

I devour sleep.
It courses through me,
leaving behind a reclined corpse twitching under the dim firmament.
I suckle on the teat of a moonlit goddess
draining the night dry.
And when I have had my fill...
I dream.

Carried beyond the threshold,
over cobbled streets still littered with the daily rubbish.
I break the ties that bind and go to the river,
more shade than man.

The night is mine alone and I bathe in deep waters.
Seeing visions of worlds far beyond where feet may tread.
I reach out ... grasping… clenching... but the stars fade.
And I awaken with tears on my pillow and cold sweat on my brow.