Dawning Creations

Things I dream about are too much to speak about. They form in my head while dreaming and tweet and crow calling me out while growing lavish designs.

My eyes are dazzled by the sunlight. I’m dreaming of the warm nights, listening to frogs and crickets. These are the times I felt something, before the numbing cold came, freezing them all astray.

Underneath, it remains, the rose garden and sun. My heart is still beating, and wings take me soaring as the crickets sing at night.

I’m alive in this garden of roses, tucked under this frozen world. I’m not able to sense the cold, here. I’m blessed, bathing in the summer night tunes and scents, sweet winds.

I can sleep knowing I’ll wake to adventures that will await me.

Life is a joyful melody in this dreamscape, presenting in the cricket songs, sweet breezes and starry summer night skies. Tiny creatures glow with the stars and their black platform.

Soon enough these days will return to me and I’ll leave my garden and return when the cold does.

About the poem: I wrote this poem in the winter. I was dreaming a lot about summer at the time and decided to let my mind run wild writing about these dreams. I feel dreams really are a way of solving problems and finding comfort. What do dreams look like to you guys? Do you dream?

About the photo: I took this rose photo at a literal rose garden in Syracuse. This was such a beautiful place. I spent hours taking photos and admiring the beauty and peace that showered this space.