Under the eye of Artemis

The moon round and full,

like a window to another plane.

The tear in the theater screen,

where we see what's beyond our reality.

The eye of Artemis,

watches over the sky

as her brother sun Apollo slumbers.

In dreams we wander

through planes of Olympus

as our minds provide entertainment

to deities.

Our hopes & fears

projected like film

haphazardly taped together in

chaotic montages.

If we awaken under starlight,

Artemis will send a kiss from the constellations

to lure us back to sleep.

We wander genres in our dreams,

living like picture shows

until the other Gods awaken

and shuffle off to work.

Apollo sends sun's rays to dance upon our eyelids

and our dream's credits roll.