Nightly Flights

In dreams slaves

Are free, unchained.

Gone the shackles, 

Manacles and restraints.

In fantasy they’ve 

The keys and means

To fetter their “betters,”

To ply plaited lashes upon 

Their ex-masters, now in

Collars and stocks,

Held in place by iron 

Locks to weighty

Chocks.

Until up sails the 

Sun, trading dreams 

For dust, freewill 

For must, 

All hope lost

In ropes and knots.