Last Night Poem by Ursula Tillmann
Last Night
Thoughts quenched by morning dew
diluting visions of last night's dreams.
Sparks of daylight seeping into the valley
casting rays of sun upon shadows.
The eye beholds memories
to turn inside and linger.
Words vanish with blackbirds
sailing upward toward dawn.
Unspoken without imagination
just gliding into new dimensions.
Leaving us contemplating horizons
we will never explore.
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