I wrote this poem on a whim a while back. Thinking about it conjured up some images in my mind. Now that I look at it, the composition is rather unbalanced, but I like the feel of it. Perhaps I'll re-do this at some later date, but for now it's good enough. Made in Blender in four pieces, compiled and touched up in The Gimp.
Dreams of Night, by Paul Spooner
For dreams: a dram of drowsy dust.
To doze: a cup of wistfulness.
For sleep: a slice of solitude.
While all the world lies in mist
which hides all things in bluish shadows
outside the window lit with candles.
Read this poem with eyes shut tight.
Snug betwixt the jaws of night.
Know this, child, then know no more,
droves of dreams are at the door.
