Night falls in my dreams,
waking them up from deep slumber…
It rolls them down gently from the mountain top,
like a lullaby,
It spreads them out in the green meadows by the moon light,
It dances with them to the melody of the quiet rain,
It flies with them in the warm breeze to the sky,
Night falls in my dreams…
with love
poetry and image copyright neha 2017
forgottenmeadows 
August 21, 2017 at 9:51 pm
Soft, gentle, delicate and flowing like a slow stream. I love the imagery in this piece and the extended personification. Love is an amazing thing, especially when it’s sewn into words like this.
August 21, 2017 at 9:56 pm
Thank you kindly! ❤ ❤
August 21, 2017 at 10:00 pm
I love your poetry, my friend, and you are always welcome 🙂 ❤
August 21, 2017 at 11:53 pm
That’s lovely. 🙂
August 22, 2017 at 7:44 am
Thank you Richard!
August 22, 2017 at 7:54 am
My pleasure 🙂
August 22, 2017 at 12:23 am
A song that I can not forget
August 22, 2017 at 7:45 am
Thank you my friend 🙂
August 22, 2017 at 7:45 am
You’re welcome
August 22, 2017 at 3:43 am
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
August 22, 2017 at 7:45 am
Thank you as always! 🙂
August 22, 2017 at 3:28 pm
You are very graciously welcome as always.
August 22, 2017 at 8:34 am
Brava.. 😎😎🥀🥀🥀
August 22, 2017 at 8:36 am
Thank you!