Sleep

Sleep, that blissful realm of possibilities,
that peaceful oblivion
A place where colours are dulled,
yet more vibrant than the rainbow
The darkness sears your eyes,
and the light cannot reach you
You meet monsters, and lovers
Sometimes one and the same
You cry honey sweet tastes,
and laugh gall bitter sounds
Nothing makes sense,
and that makes the most sense of all
Anything is achievable,
yet you are utterly helpless
You dictate the terms,
but are swept away in the tide
You remember everything,
and open your eyes to forget it all
You wake up screaming,
and yet crave for her embrace again
Sleep, that cruel cruel mistress,
that strange strange lover.