Panacea

Panacea

If only my nightmares would chase me free!
Imaginary cats would slay, like mice, my pain;
While I lie buried in my books — melancholy
Shelter from the ever-roaring rain.
I would drift far away from this horrid place,
Into the dark, misty haven of a deepened trance
And, trying on someone else’s tragic face,
Enjoy fleeting hours of star-crossed romance,
Flying far and deep into some early hour
Beyond the fogs of the Midnight specter,
Waxing stronger in unearthly power,
Devouring the moonbeams that drip like nectar
Into my goblet from the Lunar Seas;
An uncommon cure for the “real” world’s lunacies.

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