dreams, sweet -

o there's a twilight magic in the mist it floats between the eventide and dawn attending winds of fancy, heaven-kissed that billow with sweet breaths of Avalon awaiting on a hope 'til gloaming's gone a sea of suns to cast your dreams upon ... o there is an enchantment in the night that dances with dark charm and reverie it holds all yearnings in its bosom, bright and waits for your desires to set them free to plumb the inky depths of midnight sea and loose your sleep's imaginings-to-be ... o there are wonders in the evening air thus brought to full fruition in your sleep all spun to threads of artfulness and care and woven into wishes, grand and deep a tapestry of moonbeams meant to keep the secrets of the twilight in its creep ... and all the souls who tend that great expanse ... will see to your sweet dreaming as they dance! ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Urban Sonnet" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Early February 2018 Premiere" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge % Sponsor. (Line 12, "loose" meaning "to set free")