Ode to Cecilia

 Do you lucid dream?

If you do, you will probably understand how tragic it feels, to sometimes lose the frequency of a particular dream.

One for the lucid dreamers.

A gift I share and maybe use to create and inspire my visions.

Salute.

Ode to Cecilia

(A lone voice whispers)

Some rare nights

When my tired eyes

Close  

As my soul goes

To the lower levels of the Astral Realms

Where no earthly winds

Blows

You sometimes meet me 

Dressed like the true beauty

I always see

In pictures 

Of you and me

Where we hold hands

Walk the line and talk

Like Johnny Cash and June Carter 

But with the Moon as my witness

And the Tollkeeper 

Of the Great Hereafter 

Earths eternal timekeeper 

I'm pulled back to the real world by

Daylight disconnecting Morpheus's

Dark magic

The true king and god 

Of all sleepers

And just cursed to pray

I find you in my next dreams 

Tonight

For not to do so

Would be so tragic

So my new god

Morpheus 

Bless me

With some of your ecstatic melodramatic majik

From the deep depths of the Astral 

Abyssopelagic Zone

So more it

Be

Copyright John Duffy