Dreams

As I lay down myself to bed, somewhere, between the whisper of my heartbeat, and the roar of the oncoming night, is something that takes me to places I can't ever get back to on my own. I don't always have the desire to go to these places... or anywhere else for that matter, but it’s just beyond my control. Unlike most dreams that end up nowhere, in the middle of the night, halfway through something else, unfinished, there is one that wraps me in a warm embrace, and puts me in a place so still I can feel the echo of its presence long after I wake. Like a compass, always there to lead me to safe harbor, my spirit guides me through this dream. I know dreams are just the game of the mind as we sleep but to a certain point it does give us the joy and happiness though temporary. I like it there, always have. Most remember only the end of that vision, shaken to the point of consciousness. Often wishing that the dreams would not end but as usual disappointment awaits my awakening. I don’t have words in any language to describe the moment of awakening, it’s just the feeling deep inside of me as I roll back to continue my sleep.

Warmest Regards,