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Thursday, March 25, 2010

Dreams Arrival

Daylight hovers for a moment before it escapes into the night
Orange horizon bows to the darkness
Softly the curtain falls on another day

Hidden in the shadows dreams wait to visit those who fall asleep
Their misty gathering just beyond pillowed beds
Silently watching for the moment sleep arrives

No dream knows before nightfall to whom it will be sent
Madame Mystery opens her book of visions
To dispatch them at her own discretion

A soft sigh signals it is time for them to enter their sleepers
Some will be a movie in black and white
While others in vivid color dance behind closed eyelids

Through the night dreams come and go
Some linger for a while-others leave quickly
Morning’s arrival sends them scurrying

Risking one last glance at their sleeper
They make their retreat into the haze
To be dispatched the next eve at Madam’s command

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