by Herbert Jerry Baker


Before my wondering eyes
twirls an ever-twisting abyss
bursting through time and space.
Lost in the embrace of sleep
I tumble into the realm of Morpheus.

Golden towers gleam vividly
‘neath three bright and golden suns,
while overhead dragons take wing
in the brilliant clear azure sky
which girds this land of dreams.

A full moon rises, blood red
from a dark and dismal swamp,
as an army of rubbery, gibbering ghouls
astride their vast skeletal beasts
fall upon some nameless foe.

Wonders both unknown and unseen
come to me within this strange domain
and I know that ere I take my leave
the memories of my enchanted visit
shall fade and vanish, yet wait
for my return.