Sunlight ends sweet dreams
Beauty from the end of night…
Sifting through my mind
Where do dreams go each morning
They’re lost in the speed of light
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Dwight, I love those last two lines. You gave me a visual of the dreams traveling back to the stars in the morning, waiting to return in evening ❤
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Yes, it could sound that way. Thank you jade!
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You’re welcome.
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lovely poem. 👏
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Thank you very much!
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Aaaahh, sweet dreams Dwight,….. it’s taken me many years of practise, but jot down a few lines from my
dreams, during the middle of the night, and use these little snippets to jolt my memory of the dream… haha… does’t always work, but large number of poems are from my dreams….
Keep dreaming sweet dreams….
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Good for you… I can never hold on to the memories… and it seems I always wake up before the ending. Oh Well!! Thanks for your comment Ivor.
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