Images while I snore
That take me on adventures
Crafting fear
Or joy
Before my body stirs
*
They linger in the morn’
Dew drops
Sitting in my senses
Gone
Before my mind captures
*
On the rarest days
A dream remains
Surviving
To become a story
Before my soul dissolves
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About Charles Yallowitz
Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
Legends of Windemere 
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The bane of writers
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Thanks for sharing. Definitely a pain in the muse.
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😱😂
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Oh man! I hear you! I have had some wonderful dreams, only to wake up and totally forget them. 😟
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Some stick around for a bit. This gives the illusion of them surviving until you get time to write them down. Then the hectic day erases everything except the memory of having had an idea.
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Super poem, Charles. I can never remember dreams after about two minutes. I should keep my phone handy to record notes.
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Thanks. I try to use my phone, but I’m too groggy.
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Maybe that’s why I don’t.
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I’m not really a poetry guy, but I like this one.
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Thanks.
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I would love to have a dream like that. Most days, I dream about the panic of leading a group in some massive project — but then I wake up and I don’t even have a group like that.
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I hate the leadership dreams. Always involves zombies with me and nobody survives. Wonder what leadership dreams mean.
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