Awakened in haste, <br />I threw my cotton sheets <br />into random creases, capturing <br />my startled dreams. <br /> <br />Later, in the dark cool <br />stillness I unfolded <br />that dream soaked sheet. <br /> <br />Each previous tale <br />of slumber flew <br />through me, piercing <br />my silent core. <br /> <br />Naturally, my daily events <br />and nightly visions unite, <br />Astaire and Rogers <br />twirling in the twilight. <br /> <br />So then, dear conscience <br />where is day <br />and when is night?<br /><br />Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-pockets/
