The Dream Bringer. The Monologue of Morpheus the Greek.

Press play.

(A lone voice whispers)

I watch unseen

From The Great In-Between 

Carrying your heart's dreams

In my brown and blue suitcase 

Filled to the seam

And when the daylight sun lays to rest and the night stars

Look down for souls to mark and Illuminate, ready to confess 

I appear sparkling like rare diamonds through a purple portal in time and space

To open my brown and blue suitcase 

And quietly whisper

Mortal

Take these dreams as yours

As you run your race

Fear not failure 

Or feelings of disgrace

Which might take you 

To a hard place 

But revel in the freedom 

My dreams will bring

Be them good

Or filled with sin

For either way, 

They'll help your soul 

Sing

And with a transmutation spell

I then disappear 

Back to The Great In-Between 

To watch the night stars

Looking down for souls ready to be marked and illuminated

As they plead to confess 

So I can then appear

To help those 

Who might feel low

Or oppressed

Rise up with all they possess 

As my dreams

In their tired minds

Slowly unravel and take off their dress

So they can never be by Darkness 

Tethered and 

Conquered

For I'm just one

Of the universes many good shepherds

(C)

Copyright John Duffy