Dreamland
In early morning dawn
when dreams invade
the peaceful mind
becoming like a active volcano
of visions and colours
of faces and places
some familiar others not
explosive situations
or serene peaceful locations
some bubbling with intense heat
or venting like the rising steam
creating cracks and fissures
to a once sleepy peaceful mind
trapped in a vortex
of emotions and feelings
between wake and dreaming
these early dreams invade.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2023
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