In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.”

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Perchance that I should happen upon you,

Between the world of wake and dreams,

That we could converse through the centuries,

 Of kings and beggars and all that fall between them,

When I could serenade you,

Haunting violin,

Carried on the currants,

Of an ocean breeze.

You in your bed chamber,

Your ivory throne beside your silent King,

Surrounded by the work of mad artists devoted to you.

And I, a lone traveler on the Devil’s road,


Hastening the hours awake,

In wait for deathly sleep,

To inhale you again,

To lose my soul in that gleaming folds

Of your delicate self,

In you the composition of beautiful madness

Power personified.

Perchance I should happen upon you there

In that space between sleep and wake

That I may have you

Only there

For my own

©Michelle Toussaint. All rights reserved.


About Michelle Toussaint

Michelle Toussaint is an Antiguan who has amassed an Associate Degree in Science Education as well as a Diploma in Forensic Science. As such, she Teaches Science in the classroom as well as at home, where she co-leads The Tribe. A merry band comprising her Husband-The Chief, herself-The Priestess, and her three precocious children- the tribesmen. When she isn’t mothering, teaching, being a fangirl or feeding her chocolate addiction. She writes two blogs. Random_Michelle and Death By Expectations. View all posts by Michelle Toussaint

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