Peace....the deep feeling of empty space combined with joy, a night of sleep where all of your troubles are simply washed away for a few hours. This morning I write of a simple place, a place where my body lifts itself above the earth and I look down upon my bed......And I Dream. Dream with me this morning as I reach to once again touch those who read me. I release my hands from their evening's grip on my pillow and with coffee in hand, my rested fingres touch their home on my keys as I write......
And I Dream
Each night I lie down
on a bed of lessons,
learned from today.
My head falls gently
upon my pillow,
made from memories
yet to be created.
I close my weary eyes
And I dream…
Of an angel’s touch upon my body
with a kiss of feathered wings
and the softness
of skipping rocks
across a glasslike lake.
Of bubblegum kisses
from lips as soft as clouds.
With an inner peace
found only in deep sleep,
my body turns,
trying to find a more comfortable place,
a place where dreams
may find reality
and I can sink into another night.
And I dream....
Of days not lived
from long ago,
Of people known and unknown
to a lost soul,
Of long flowing hair
and my hands upon it
and the smells__ oh those smells…
the simple beauty of a woman
as seen by a blind man
who sees what is hidden
deep within her.
Sleep shattered
by the noise of reality,
technology tries to awaken me
yet my arms reach out
farther than before
and my soul continues
its coma from this moment
where yesterday disappears
and tomorrow and today
become one.
And I dream…..
Of what is
and what could be
when I open my eyes
and see.
