Dreams in the Morning

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
Before my mind captures
On the rarest days
A dream remains
To become a story
Before my soul dissolves

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.
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12 Responses to Dreams in the Morning

  1. Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:

    The bane of writers


  2. L. Marie says:

    Oh man! I hear you! I have had some wonderful dreams, only to wake up and totally forget them. 😟


  3. Super poem, Charles. I can never remember dreams after about two minutes. I should keep my phone handy to record notes.


  4. I’m not really a poetry guy, but I like this one.


  5. 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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