(Some nights, dreams drift in like soft visitors — half memory, half mystery — and they leave us wondering how something so unreal can feel so deeply true. This gentle nighttime poem captures that quiet space between waking and dreaming, where comfort hums low and the world finally loosens its grip.)
“Dreams: What a Refreshing Night!”
When nighttime slumber comes, dreams arrive;
Life drifts forward with time in quiet overdrive.
Wondering, searching, your thoughts freely,
never sure where they’ll land or even be.
Slumber hums that low and soothing tune,
Making it a soft companion to the moon.
And in that hush where special wishes spin,
Our dreams can feed our brains with hope within.
As sunlight waits beyond what is silent and dark;
clouds pull back to leave their nighttime mark.
A beach soon appears in the early morning’s glow,
a place so excitingly warm where drifting hearts like to go.
With a friend alongside you, keeping warm and dear,
You can free your heart with them without feeling fear.
No need for rules or God’s precious design.
A dream is simply joys you would like to live or find.
So let your imagination take you on a holiday spin,
Let nighttime’s quiet dreams gently pull you in.
For one night’s dream with gentle touch can seem so real,
giving you peaceful, loving thoughts you can really feel.
And best of all, when the morning sun does rise,
You’re rested from an evening’s sleep of many surprises.
Smiling at the memories, you’re wanting to keep;
instead of counting the good old, same old everyday sheep.

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