The Dream

Slipping slowly into a foggy unconsciousness,
My mind and body relax and rest.
My soul then reaches for wakefulness,
Leaving my body, its home and rest.
Running adventurous, swiftly, like wind,
I (my soul) find a country of bliss.
Peacefulness floods this country, I find;
No horror, or evil, and nothing amiss.
I long for eternity there, in the dream;
Hanging on to delusion, I continue to sleep.
But I wake to reality hearing the scream
Of a certain alarm clock's erratic beep.

3/13/96

Heather J Wightman

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