Dreams
As the light fades
and night draws it's shade,
sleep shall conclude your day.
You cross the threshold from reality,
and enter the world of dreams.
Cascading vistas of remembrances,
a theater of infinite possibilities
not bound by expectations,
sans influence or sway.
This dreamscape of creativity,
marks the end, of every day.
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2024
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