Last night darkness pooled around my bed.
It held me in the place of dreams.
One dream webbed my mind with promises
of a Perfect Day and coaxed me deeper
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How good it is, as you describe here, Daniel, when pleasant dreaming primes us with a benevolent perspective. Spring is my favorite time of year which, as it comes to mind, makes Eliot’s April is the cruelist month (negatively echoing Chaucer) stand out with its jarring. -Glen
Such a calming picture. To sleep soundly and waking to the sound of rain...that's when life feels so good. Your words aptly convey the delight your soul felt as you experienced a lovely rainy dawn preceded by quiet sleep. Your words carry poetic depth the reader takes delight in.