Moondreams

The depth of life is night when all is dark
My dreams all drown beneath a steady tide
I float upon the sea of time I mark
In sleep, exposed to waves on every side

Like tides that ebb and flood, my life persists
Like water pushed and pulled from day to day
In weeks and months my dream of life exists
And in dark dreams it seems to flow away

At times I long to rest from darkened time
Last night I fell asleep by heaven’s grace
And in this resting state I dreamed, sublime
Then woke to moonbeams shining in my face

My smile betrayed the joy my life had found
Sweet “hallelujah!” came, without a sound.

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