The Reign of Morpheus

one of my more challenging writes

The gold orb, hangs low in the richly pigmented sky;
it's dying rays tenderly caress ancient Mother Earth,
turning water into shimmering hues, where it does lie.
Jeweled leaves gently sway, upon ever darkening trees;
The surfeit of luscious fruit revealing  bountiful fertility.

The wind whispers into the rapidly approaching night,
Telling whimsical tales of idyllic days, now gone by.
Softly sighing through gilded peaks, as it realizes its plight.
A rich curtain of sable begins it's lethargic descent,
Highlighting the triumphant moon's starkly slivered crescent.

Morpheus comes to cradle all of creation in his timeworn arms,
Silently encroaching upon life's boundless energy,
he does reduce to slumber, with his impudent charms.
For a few hours each night, he benignly does rule,
Knowing his time is not without limits, that he is but a tool.

The reign of Morpheus begins to end, he withdraws his hold,
Retiring from his nightly work, slipping away, he watches.
The sun bursts free from binding chains, with it's reborn glow
Serenely bathing the world; rapidly ascending upward,
Bringing life from the barren ashes of darkness, forward.

Author's Note

Photo also by TM Tate (me, 2011)

Reviews

[FamaSemperVivat]

This reads like a ballad a beautiful fantasy creating a vision of beautiful thoughts and colors.

[Ruth]

I think I have just read one of the most beautiful and profound pieces of poetry ever! This is superb love..I am literally sitting here..thinking of all of this!
The beauty of such a subject has never been described as wonderfully, impressive :)
xx

[Katie de Lavani]

I loved this. Many have written about the sun setting and night shifting over in its slumber to rest in one section of Earth and I believe you have captured it wonderfully. Description is lovely and gives the poem depth. Fantastic write.