At night they glide around my head;
Those thoughts I ought not to forget,
And in my mind they weave and wed
with dreams, a most elaborate net.
And when they wed and intertwine;
Strange progeny do they produce,
Which swiftly spread throughout my mind,
As all they find they soon seduce.
Til everything is softly caught;
And wrought with rhythm that’s dream-spun,
In which my ideas dance and court –
Then consummate their union.
And with the birthing of the sun,
Fresh inspiration’s brought to light;
My dream-net’s haul is all fecund
So now to whet my appetite…
(Inspired by #DimpleVerse prompt ‘Dream Catcher’)