Notes: Came up with this in the space of about twenty minutes, between classes, when I realized I'd never written any poems involving the Endless. Well, I snuck about three in, plus the obvious one. It's not MEANT to be about sex at all, but somehow, sex-y words sneak their way into my more serious poems. I've tried to stop them, but they always win… Notice how each line only has five words. You have NO idea how hard it is to sit there in a lobby full of people, muttering to yourself and constantly counting to five on your fingers…
Hope
The Lord of Dreams sighs
Sitting on his ebony throne
Waiting patiently, tirelessly, endlessly, hungrily.
The light appears without warning
Brighter than a newborn star
Impossibly warm, powerful…yet plain.
Wise Morpheus smiles and begins
Shaping, molding, creating, improving, evolving
The tiny light's immeasurable potential.
Planets collide, countless world end
Nations fall and are reborn
In an incredible, orgasmic heartbeat.
Silence stretches across the stars
Mighty planets tremble in fear
The universe shudders, suffering withdrawal.
The Dream King's hands open
A dream pulses with promise
Fueled by destiny, desire, delirium.
And in the Waking World
Where security and comfort perish
A child stirs…and smiles.
Thursday, August 22, 2002
12:32PM