"weaving dreams"
on my downy pillow
I will snore, as they say
to ruffle night's silence
prop my fluffy teddy
to my shoulder
press down my ear
and float off into
the dream weaver's
open embrace
.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 10th, 2026 05:41
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Comments2
We all become children again in dreams and the soft covers of a bed where time has no meaning. A mother's loving embrace resurrected in night's shadows. This poem is tender and comforting. I loved particularly the first stanza where your poetic imagery breaks the silence like a snore. The last line "to ruffle night's silence" is marvelous and caught my attention right away. Well done my friend.
Dreams, our ultimate entertainment , be they good or bad
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