The Power of the Dream

Now I lay me down to sleep

My bed so tranquil, my limbs at ease

I close my eyes and count the sheep

I reach the magic number

My chest rises and falls

And I begin a restful slumber.

My breath is the only sound

As my inner depth of my mind calls

And my journey starts to abound

The path, it starts out dark and hollow

I keep looking back

To see if someone is to follow.

Each step is ever so gently taken

As to see what lies ahead

Before my body becomes awaken.

Enter another world

At this tunnel’s end 

A place where I am lured

I’m in awe at what I see

Not sure which way to go

That is best suited for me.

Should I take his hand

The Dream Weaver, he is called

To guide me on this land

Or attempt to go unaided

Exploring the many mysteries

My mind and soul have created?

Whichever way I may choose

I behold the Power of the Dream

And it’s reality I shall carefully muse

For it can one day take me very far

Leading me to see, believe and achieve

My very own star!

Written by Diane M. Shampine 7/25/11 ©