Morpheus in pyjamas

Morpheus in pyjamas

Whisper me your fears

I collect fevered stories

Tell me your nightmares

I am an angel of mercy

Ready to lift you out of turmoil

Not out of sympathy

Satisfaction is derived

From overcoming demons

It helps to keep me safe

In the presence of death

As it harvests a rapture of undoing

Whilst in my own way

I continue

As a receptacle of stories

A carrier of tales

From one beginning to another

Between the lines

Along broken wires

Threads of communication

Bits and pieces of words

Simple souls use

Without accounting for the value

Of connectivity

Shards of existence

Splintered across space

Dreams without borders

Are overwhelming

In isolation

Share them with me

It will ease the pain

I will carry mine

In my own way

I am a dreamcatcher,

It is a burden I have chosen

And the choice you make

To sleep peacefully

Until morning

Is yours