Baruch and Balthamos

Baruch and Balthamos

 

As Morpheus his hand extends,

I submit to visions that he sends.

Two Spirits Masculine with me ally,

And lead me off into the sky.

 

One to my right and one to my left,

They guide me gently, warm and deft

And softly, tenderly, my hands they clutch,

Irradiance, virtual and immediate touch.

 

I do not remember where we go,

Prismatic fragments, my mind aglow.

All I remember is how I feel,

The unsubstantial mingles with the real.

 

They lead to my darkest place,

And surround me with their soothing embrace.

From the ground I start to lift,

Light as air and twice as swift.

 

We three lie down in pastures green,

And talk of all the things we’ve seen.

Between us is such sweet accord,

My mind refreshed, my soul restored.

 

I whisper I have learned and grown,

By observing their mutual love they’ve shown.

They turn to me, with glances true.

“We love each other, and we both love you.”

 

And those words echo in my ears,

That perfect world soon disappears.

Reality returns, I mourn my loss.

For my Baruch and my Balthamos.

 

Author's Note

Based on a dream with unashamed references to the work of Philip Pulman, Psalm 23 and Paradise Lost