Jan's Poem

DREAMS

The time between dusk and dawn
When the night shadows creep into the corners
My bedroom light spills across the floor
And the stars wink at the moon
tucked in bed, lost in another place
pages of my book swim before my eyes
As sleep tugs at my eyelids
Night sits softly on my brow
Silence is my canvas
As Images and words tumble
Like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle
Visions rare, beautiful
And sometimes bizarre
Fill my sleeping brain

Janice Kuykendall