The fog creeps over the field of dreams
The grass fighting off droplets of dew stand quiet
Entranced by the swirling grey mist
Crickets nor birds dare make a sound
Watching the wraith coming from above
It's the material that clings to the edges of your dreams
The awakening is about to begin
Dreams of far away lands begin to vanish
Squashed by the thick grey cloak
Children stretch and groan
The dream mist is rubbed out of tired eyes
And dreams are still fresh in little ones minds
The fog retreats as the first bird sings
The grass swings along with the melody
Children run outside to play
Little feet get wet because of the victorious dew
And the fog retreats away
To wake up little ones another day
YOU ARE READING
Darkness In My Mind
PoetryA selection of poems that I have written. I just write poems as a hobby and I hope you enjoy my works as much as I enjoyed writing them.
