He whispers in my head.
Come to me,
Follow me,
Touch me.
He feels best in the shadows.
Shimmering,
Alluring,
Night-blue, starry-white.
His eyes glisten in the night.
Molten gold,
Aventurine
And labradorite.
His face marble white,
Opalescent,
All pearls
And moonstone.
When he speaks,
It’s million voices,
Silks, velvets,
Raindrops and seafoam.
His cloak is the night,
Galaxies swirling,
Constellations
And stardust.
He is Morpheus,
Oneiros,
Lord of dreams,
Brother of death.
Another one of many names 4<3
I’ve been watching the Sandman:)