One Of These Dreams ...
Imagine a morning without dawn, without daylight ... The night birds still hoot, the flowers wait for the light to change their make-up, black birds have locked their beaks. A morning unlike any other ... The moon above continues to reign over the milky way, the stars to shine. Still night. Could the sun perhaps be ill, bed-ridden, unconscious .... My eyelids tremble, the dream frightens them. Finally I dare open my eyes. Through the window, I see dawn. A moving blue ribbon with golden stitches.
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ahh, nice!
Oh, the relief. Resonant details--locked beaks, flowers changing make-up, that last beautiful line.
Makes me think of death and rebirth.
Thank you, Kitty and Dianne, for your nice comments.
Also thanks to the anonymous person for the star.
Dreams we dare dream.*
Many thanks, Tim.
I especially like the closing line/image. Nice work. *
Many thanks, Sam.
'locked their beaks' .. a striking phrase. Well done.
Many thanks, Eamon.