Hidden Worlds

A poem about the world of dreams

A sleepless wonder I’ve devised

Hidden worlds beneath my eyes

And as I fall to sleep I stand

In meadows rich and sun filled skies

I run and dance, though I am weak

And joy fills my burdened heart

Not a moment of boredom reaches here

I know when I wake up we must part.

This world is now my second home

And when I am there I am not alone

A melodious song is sung to me

Relief from strife I’ve often known.

Sometimes I wonder where I would be

If the tree of life opened up to me

if wisdom herself opened her hand

and whispered words I could understand

This world would be a tolerable place

and with courage I would bare my soul

to the ones who laugh behind my back

my friends who secretly become my foe

If only flowers smelled so sweet

and roses bloomed so perfectly vast

in the catechism of my longing heart

Instead of running from a taunting past

I would stand behind a shield of faith

and travel on, a warrior in this desolate place.