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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