Wisps Of Dreams

I awaken in the silence of the night

brought to consciousness by dreams

or strange delights

to put to paper

what I’ve seen or heard

not long before

in the deep recesses of my mind.

If I’m too slow

they disappear

into mind crevices

and may never reappear.

Or even worse still —

haunt me in my waking hours.


About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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