in slumber I go places surely unknown

just an expression of how I long to sleep and dream.

 in slumber I go to places, surely, unknown

my mind drips slowly in these lost lands

in forever years I yearn to be quite not so

eager in my wake as thoughts roll through my hands

 

I want these images to be real

in silence, sitting solely, sound swallows me

relentlessly, I choose- blithey joy, but surreal

beyond the air noise lingers, with colors

 

wisping away as smoke, music

builds, resolves, and sways all about

it lifts me up to heaven before God

where souls forever roam, remain devout

 

number muscles feel peace

and matter around my head lofts

in upward spirals, exploring the dark

and pleased in their surroundings, the night is soft

 

the salt of the earth. the wounds inflicted, deep

He hears my prayers at always time

the dawn comes forth. I surely will weep

for the travels in slumber I so gently go

Reviews

[Ross Saunders]

This was a very well-written poem. I found it very enjoyable. The tone and pace was excellent, word choice was effective. Nicely done.

[JustKeith]

As the old adage says "To dream is destiny.."

Well done!