Night Casting

When the sun puts on its midnight shroud,
we cease to air our thoughts aloud.
Moonlight trails across our bed,
leaving tracks within our head,
creating symbols that rock our dreams
’til brought to light with morning’s beams.
Then words remembered from the night
are ones we claim as we recite,
promising they are our own,
captured by that spear we hone
to probe the waters of the night
for words like fish that cross our sight
and thus are brought to light of day
by means of stories that we say
are our creation, although it seems
they’re really thoughts stolen from dreams.

For The Sunday Whirl Wordle, prompt words are:
shroud symbols water rock sun tracks spear stolen cross promise moon trail. Photos created with AI.