my eye, caught sight of a lone star
Perhaps, 'tis the pole star.
Was I the only being
at that time to
sight that star?
Or were there many more like me
Hopeful, in awe of the celestial bodies
rarely seen
I know Morpheus sits in his abode
on a star.
Midst a field of poppy seeds.
As numerous as the dreams he supplants
into minds of countless dreamers.
He looks down at the sea of souls
lying beneath him.
I think he happened to catch sight of me then
But now he has gone
the field lies still
unchanged
I came away from my window sill
Shut it.
I am in the mood for thought
I cannot sleep.
Suddenly I hear a voice.
My mirror calls out to me.
It is I
I look into me,
myself
Am i real?
Morpheus.
