A Deeper Kind Of Slumber

robin goodfellow
dianae, my muse
morpheus in my heart
your sand in my veins
it’s a deeper kind of slumber
what is universe anyway
but a pouch of silver coins
the intense breathing
of a dying animal
a foreboding of afterlife
master keys in oaken chest
the somewhere is mine
and from there i’ll continue
all i asked for was a little love
meet me on the other side
where as a rose i will wake
though blind i’ll follow every step you take
dianae, my muse
dianae, my solitude
cease to exist, rise to exist no more
it’s a deeper kind of slumber