A Small Death

A Small Death


She lies in sleep, an alabaster veil
of moonlight shimmers with each rise, each fall,
as whispered words slide from her lips, now pale.
She answers to Morpheus's dark call.

He offers her a glimpse into a world
as tenuous as each breath that she takes.
A land seen only as dreams are unfurled;
a place that's free of worries and heartaches.

He croons to her to stay, to deeply drink
the lotus nectar of Elysium.
She reaches for the cup, no need to think,
yet hesitates. The moment's overcome.

She wakes. A single tear falls from her eye
as mem'ry fades; she's left with only "Why?"

An entry for "The Perfect Sonnet Contest" 
Prompt: Spring – seen as the season of rebirth, much as in awakening each day. (You said "take liberties" with the theme )
Form: English (Shakespearean) Sonnet ~ consists of fourteen lines written in iambic pentameter, a pattern in which an unstressed syllable is followed by a stressed syllable five times. The rhyme scheme in a Shakespearean sonnet is a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g; the last two lines are a rhyming couplet.

Morpheus ~ the god of dreams.
Elysium ~ the abode of the blessed after death.