In Morpheus's Hands

it took the silence and many hours
crisp leaves turning their gold into breeze
to stir the sounds and leave the ground
to move into a many coloured ray

look
there's a boy playing with the rainbows
he took his ribbons out of the well
singing
so shallow are the pots of cosmic voids

he ran his ray kites into the valley
where people dwell always asleep
lulled and swayed
in Morpheus's hands