No Longer Even A Memory

like the night’s dreams
morning mist disperses
until dissolved

In The Time Of Gloaming

beneath the hues
of yellow, pink, lavender, blue
a tree dreams of green

A Place For Daydreaming

linger on
waterfall bridge
where time is suspended

Pink Dawn

the magic
of dreams
still within reach


into the misty unknown
carry your dreams
while seeking the sun


our misty world was soft
and we were free

As the Day Slowly Rises

beneath the surface
the clarity
of dreams persist

In This Liminal Time

each morning
with the flowers
sweet dreams linger