the verses of dreams

at night when sleep eludes my weary heart
I count the stars I find deep in my dreams
the darkness comforts me, yet I would start
upon the restful path of silver beams

a place where stories animate my words
and all my phantoms speak in tongues austere
they hint at secrets, sweet lamenting birds
and when I wake, these thoughts I will revere

my prose ignites from these nightmarish weaves
I pen bright colors from these fleeting shapes
when dawn brings verse from my illusive thieves
their visions spark new words of rhymed escape

evasive dreams inspire my muse to blend
sweet bitter words which may sometimes offend



the verses of dreams
4 january, 2007
[2007.4.1…c]
Second place winner in the Shakespearean Sonnet Contest