Dream You're Falling

The lord of dreams sits on a throne of cloud.
His eyes glimmer like diamonds from coal.
He never shouts or screams like his sister.
He doesn't need to.

You should put away these books and lay your head down.
You should turn that vapid smile to a frown.
You should let the dream-lord break into your mind.
Unless, of course, you're afraid -
of what he might find.

Morpheus.
Syllable of dolour.
Mighty in his weakness.

You dream you're falling, some nights.
His breath whistles past your face.
The ground rushes towards you.
And then you wake and get out of that place.

His throne is the cloud above.

There is no need to fear.