Wandering Into Dreams Poem by Helen Crutchett

When the sun secretly slips away
is when I find solitude in ebony's silence
where, incognito I wander into dreams
from the harsh daylight's glare.

I write my prose as clouds sweep
Across the moon, clearing cobwebs
From my mind as muse dances
With swinging disco stars.

Moonbeams catch her unawares
It's then I slip into a twilight zone
of memories, hopes fears, tears
lost loves and new beginnings.