In the quiet of the night, where my thoughts softly stream
I drift to distant lands, a place of endless dreams—
where whispered echoes and fantasies take flight
a world unseen by daylight, yet vivid and so bright.
Stars gleam like diamonds and moonlight paves the way
through corridors of wonder where time begins to sway—
I dance on silver cloud tops, a swirling magic ride
I soar through endless realms on wings of hopes has died.
Faces from the past and those yet to be
I meet in twilight moments where I roam so free—
a lover’s gentle whisper and friends’ forgotten smiles
found in places not yet traveled, in journeys without miles.
There, sadness finds comfort, and joy begins to weave
a tapestry of moments I never wish to leave—
for in this silent haven where time bends and twists
each dream is my keepsake, a precious little gift.
As dawn breaks the sky and night begins to fade
my dreams drift to shadows, within my mind they wade—
I treasure every nightfall, each fleeting star-lit flight
For in the world of dreams, I soar to endless heights.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
August 29, 2024 | Orange County, California
“In the quiet of the night” –Pencil on paper
