Smouldering
by Nevada Kerr


Sand in my eyes
I enter the dream
Morpheus watching
For the Opium Queen

In a lullaby coma
I swim the night stream
Leaden and breathless
Amidst Sibylline leaves

I touch the benumbed
Happy Valley drones
With a feverish kiss
I warm their cold bones

Wide awake
On a bed of thorns
Biding my time
I draw in my horns

Thunderbolts fly
Where sleeping dogs lie
They carry no thoughts
Back to the mind

Absolution
In the waters of Lethe
The sight of a future
I'll never forget

Close my eyes
Go out of my head
Waiting is a torment
Care is a dread

Written by © Nevada Kerr
September 26, 2003.

Created: October 2003 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 12/10/03