Morpheus Revisited

on a cold morning he came
surrendering a promise to keep
a delicate balance between
the life within and the life without

with soft words falling into pillows of delight
where dreams become the sustenance
of a posture to stand upright
and face the sun

bathing one carefully
kissing away all fears
and resistance to disorder

his being and his caress
are the tides of timelessness that roll in

Subterranean Tide

at approximately 3:00 pm
eastern standard time
I feel the shore line
it rolls in and washes over
a self playing with sand
some days it rushes in rapidly
flooding soft green eyes
and crimson cheeks
and the sea, the sand, the waves
are all one force pulling me
into the same existence
residing among a willful cosmos
sitting on a bench in an ocean park

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 03/14/2010