“The Stuff of Dreams”

The crisp day turns to creamy night that cushions us in sleep
and seeds our dreams with fertile thoughts that later we will reap
as poems or scripts or lyrics that will shimmer in the light
that’s been kindled to crush out the dimness of the night.
Sleep dusts our petty cares away and whispers in our ear
brisk new tales and sonnets that the whole world needs to hear.

For The Sunday Whirl, the prompt words are:crush crisp creamy script brisk dreams dust  seeds dim night whisper shimmer  (Illustration created with AI.)