Dreams Are Coming

Dreams are coming fast and slow.
Fly like rainbows.
Swim like fish.
Diving with a swish,
in water cool and clear.
Night is here.
Deep, like angel's soft hair.
Curled and delicate.

The day is gone,
the distant realm of the fervant worker.
Light blue fades to dark purple hue,
the wide cold view
of a star filled sky,
greets my eye.
It is empty, restful,
and filled with the promise
of a new beautiful dawn.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.