Voyager

I had physical pain in a dream
Which went away as I woke up
As if it were some magic cream
Vaporized from the coffee cup
Where I had poured Morphean teas
Brewed in a poet's alma mater
Of often gazed at lunar seas
Full of wispy pixie water
Attuned to robot gallivants
Out past yonder heliosphere
Where angels wear the trendy pants
So gossamer they disappear
Just like the nightmare pain I had,
Vanquished...by daybreak kilorad.