where has come this provenance

skipping along the surface

the surface of the sky

fingertips shatter the serenity

the serenity of the dream

wish you could see

wish you could be

not here

no

not near

no

not me

on winged flight

Morpheus

faulter light invite the night

the night of the end

take me to another plane

where nothing is the same

wish you would know

wish you would go

not show

no

not so

no

not me

back to human form

Phobetor

 

liken unto Nyx

the sky that fell

she brought us hell

confusion

horror

another sense of being

a falsehood to heaven

said to have been seven

from them it has come

the origin for some