Dreaming... 55 Flash Fiction Friday

Dreams dreamed in the dark of night
change form and substance by the light of day

dreams dreamed in dazzling daylight lose themselves in the hush of the midnight hour.

The rose turns to black when the deepest
set of night closes over its red flushed petals, changing substance into shadow.

Assuming the rose survives the night
will daylight redefine its scented, velvet texture.





Have a wonderful weekend everyone...a snowy one for many of my American friends. :))

Love,