My Unseen Storyteller Poem by Sophia White

Who are you, you who steal into my sleep?
You who grab rest and cast it aside
Who forbid me that fabled unconscious deep?

Every night you come, whoever you may be,
And weave into my mind masterpieces!
You leave wondrous tales and dazzling plots for me.

When morning comes with the harsh, blare sun,
How I wish to stay in the world you leave.
Worlds so formed can surely not be human.

I know it is not my own mortal mind that weaves,
But you, the Unseen Storyteller,
Who tells tale after tale, anchors them there, and then leaves.

And when I wake with the sun, I wonder:
Such a tale! But who the teller?
I am lost for that. But, whoever you are, thank you sir!

I dream not as others dream.
How anxious am I to return to slumber
And again delve into the worlds you bring.