[Inspired by the lead from The Sleeper by Edgar Allan Poe.]
“At midnight in the month of June
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapour, dewy, dim
Exhales from out her golden rim” –
It permeates the space and wafts down to the earth’s face
Gently holding my parched body in its soothing embrace
And comforting my wearied and worried mind frictional.