Through the kingdom of Morpheus
The night shuttle speeds on
Oblivious to time
Its paralysed driver
And only passenger
Guided by a blank itinerary
Of hopes and phobias
And the lottery of the subconscious

From a cast of chameleons
An old whore’s whispers
Boomerang in an igloo of nothingness
As she chastises the dreamer and the dream
And the life wasted for a chalice never filled, never held
That never was

My mother tutts and turns to my father
Now much younger than she
He looks at me
With eyes that fear to speak
As they disappear
Leaving me alone
With a dry throat and sweating knees

To a lake
Still scared but almost awake
I try to change the dream
To pretend it’s Avalon
But it’s not

And through the mist at the other side
The silhouette of a stranger
Whom I know but can never remember
Stares across
As my Grandmother takes my hand
And leads me upstairs
Past a Grandfather clock
To an old Singer
A bag of kapok
And an empty doll