Our Dreams

Why do we dream
what we dream
when night has gifted us
a blanket of black
to pull over our heads
or snuggle down into
and make our escape
from the world?
But we can’t resist,
we must persist
in creating an eventide
of our own,
and be it moonscape
or Eden,
we keep 
the eternal black
at bay.

Bluejay

Veteran of old My Poetry Forum before its hiatus. Happy to be back.

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