When I Woke Up (Quando Mi Sono Svegliato) - Poem by Matthew Christopher
One by one they sparkle, my lures, my bait;
the stars: my blanket under which I dream
dreams that restore nothing and never let me rest.
Last time it was worse than it ever was before.
My friends sang to keep me awake,
my mother rocked my cradle so my eyes stayed open
still I slept and I was panicstricken, confused when I woke up.
In my dream my Chimera was dead
and the wax held its own on my way to the sun.
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