Cupid

Do tell, my sleep

in vain or pain

I care not.

You’ll bring me truth

such only the awakening soul

enthuse to possess.

Deliver with flux

with veracity

each falling night,

and I will not dare

to return unrequited.

For you, my sleep,

you and I,

we shall absolve and purr with vigour,

voyage with open eyes,

traverse our indifferent world,

we shall walk

beyond the songs of swans.