Fleeting Dreams
Dreams are mystical, mesmerizing experiences, fleeting as the echo of a fading whisper.
Reflections of a distorted day and fears brought to life by worry and despair.
Elusive as day approaches, like a shadow fleeing from the light, leaving only parts behind.
And yet it brings joy and sadness, the warmth of sunlight and the coolness of the breeze.
Memories so precious of a time long ago almost forgotten but for the brief touch of a dream.
Sleep deeply and wake swiftly embracing the shadows of dreams shimmering just out of sight.
Copyright © Faith Blankenship | Year Posted 2024
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