Eater of dreams

Stay your hand, ghost of mine,
do you not see, O eater of dreams,
That you have consumed all there were,
And now I have none left, for you to eat.

Gone are the bright scapes,
Of youthful hopes, and innocent dreams.
Of a life, seemingly so long and invulnerable,
Where I could do no wrong and the world was mine.

Gone too, are the dark torments,
of childish fears and sudden vulnerability.
Of story born ghouls and demons,
Of what hid in cupboards and under beds.

Gone are the first flashes of attraction,
Of a sublime need for acceptance,
of the giving, and receiving, of a need
To be more than me. To be a we.

Down your gullet have gone all the above
And so many others beside. Now I toss,
An aimless, dreamless land, bereft of all.
No hope, no despair, no love.

So stay thine hand, vile consumer.
You have taken all, from Morphean refuge.
Only the night beckons, and my sleepless
eyes gaze, into her black, endless abyss.