What is the stuff of dreams?
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
wordle’s words
Dreams
The morning’s first light has broken the lines,
Yellow on grey; frosty night under day.
Connected, stretching, with yawning bright signs,
Sheets tossed aside, crusty sleep strips away
The senses of dreams, vital yet eerie,
Pulsing like poems, white splashes of flight,
Like the travels of delicate faeries,
From pewter goblets, they fly toward light.
Our nocturnal voyages never reach
The pinnacle of a thing with a name.
These journeys can not be formed into speech.
Like shadows, they are never the same.
Yet souls’ secrets, they are; found with a heart
Succored by truth, when we seek, they impart.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
Sleep is a beautiful thing..when dreams come back to you it really does feel magical
thanks Jae,
there is a message in the magic though
It’s lovely to remember your dreams ( when they are sweet) but then you have to be able to be asleep to dream. Magical poem. Loved it.
Thanks.
They tell us about ourselves, our worries, hopes, wishes, urges, fears, desires.in such interesting ways. Who’da thought?
Randy
Wow, Stellar!
why, thank you.
Stellar – a great word to describe this dream state poem.
And by the way – don’t ever call me Stellar!
(A joke – in case you don’t know the reference – from the movie “Airplane”)
Randy
Yeah, I got it–laughing!!!! Stellar is one of my fave words.