Dreamscape

We slip into the cradle of night's arms,
Beyond our weary, wakeful selves, we go.
Where hopes take flight untouched by worldly harms,
And whispered wants, like drifting petals, flow.

Beneath a veil of stars and moonlit beams,
We cross to foreign lands of our design,
A portal to a world beyond our dreams,
Where truths and aspirations intertwine.

And when we wake to walk through daylight's door,
The secrets of the stars, we're meant to keep.
Unfiltered are the thoughts our dreams explore;
For minds cannot be closed when they're asleep.

May we be armed with wisdom of the night,
And dare to seek a world beyond our sight.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Dietrich Avatar
October 11, 2024 at 11:51 AM
This is a really well-written sonnet, Jessica. excellent meter to boot!
Wheeler Avatar
October 13, 2024 at 10:54 AM
Thank you so much, Andrea. That means a lot! Xo
Cornish Avatar
October 5, 2024 at 6:47 PM
Okay Jess, I sincerely pray I am wrong so I'll give you a test, if it's okay, to prove your innocence with something that I don't think that AI can do yet---?
Cornish Avatar
October 11, 2024 at 1:58 PM
My new contest will be a challenge for all who enter -- almost everyone that has entered on the soup is incorrect - so don't use them as an example (nothing new there) A Sapphic Stanza is one of the most difficult to do correctly - 95% get it wrong or don't even try - good luck!
Wheeler Avatar
October 6, 2024 at 3:25 PM
Ready when you are.
Wheeler Avatar
October 5, 2024 at 9:05 PM
I accept.
Greenhough Avatar
September 29, 2024 at 2:53 PM
This is truly lovely. I enjoy how sleep is defined as different from being awake. I enjoy the sonnet form for this poem.
Wheeler Avatar
October 6, 2024 at 7:42 AM
Thank you so much, Hilda.
Bailey Avatar
September 28, 2024 at 1:20 PM
Wow. This perfectly captures the world of dreams, how some things can never be as beautiful as our dreams can make them, while others can only be as beautiful as our dreams can make them. Well done!
Wheeler Avatar
October 4, 2024 at 11:54 PM
Thank you so much, Daniel!
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