Dreams

 

 

In the still of midnight hours
Before the coming sun,
Before unfolding of the flowers
And where the moon is hung.

The nighttime blankets country hills
And shelters nocturnal dreams,
Nurturing the hopes and will
Of all forth coming things.

And when the night gives up its hold
To the dawn of a brand new day,
In the light the dreams unfold
Like a flowering bouquet.

 

 

Copyright © Kerik M Just 2008