Sleeping
It’s Cupid himself
In spite of himself
Dispatched from a world of gods
To a mortal world of night
He entices sleep with yearning
It’s Psyche herself
Unable to see herself
Beguiled by a world of rest
From a mortal world of chaos
She beckons sleep with returning
It’s Persephone herself
Unknown to herself
Stolen from a cosmos in sunlight
To an underworld laden with death
She runs from sleep with trembling
It’s Hades himself
For the sake of himself
To rule the underworld of demons
Removed from the celestial cosmos
He terrorizes sleep with remembering
Our minds beg
please rest
Old fears
Seek redress
Lost passions
Crave and obsess
New problems
Nag, nevertheless
For the fiction in our mind
For the dramas we scheme
To feel what we cannot
But in the world of a dream
We may hide from sleep
But our bodies…
They know…
A mind in distress
And a body speaks its mind.