Thantos en
raptures you in
sleep,
Wraps your
mind in
solemn silken
darkness
'Tis then that into your brain may I creep,
Each time to start with your
blank canvas starkness.
A
point of
thought I
bud, then you're within me,
I
pluck from all that's buried in your mind,
Your daily
trifles, all that you will give me,
I build into the
world you could not find.
Castles,
towers,
classrooms,
powers,
bridges,
Darkened
streets or snowy
peaks abounding,
Or in between your
fingerprint's own
ridges,
Color, pattern, flight, all made astounding,
Rising over
cityscapes of
night,
Chased be faceless strangers, never
captured,
Liaisons with your
fantastic delight,
Have we at last what Thanatos enraptured?
I've carried you to no certain
conclusions,
I've buried seeds of thoughts just now
begotten,
I've fed and satisfied your mind's
delusions,
But then you
wake; how swiftly I'm
forgotten....