Night Becomes Day

My dreams

arrive in brightly colored hues,

gift-wrapped

with golden ribbons.

My dreams tell me stories

of what has been

and what may be.

My dreams are kind,

soothing me when I slumber,

my ancestors come a-visitin',

soft cotton voices

and gentle smiles.

Good night my dreams,

morning is nigh.

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 5th Apr 2023 08:21

A lovely, rounded, satisfying piece, Hélène.

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