Dream
Running
Sometimes I'm forced to bed
in the afternoon
I hear children laugh and
squeal from my sunlit room
I long to be with them, to
be part of their mayhem.
Sometimes I'm in bed early
before dark
I hear a dog barking as it
runs in the twilight park
I long to feel the sun's last
ray, but energy was spent too soon today.
Sometimes I wake in the quiet
of a long night
I'm running without irons,
my body so light
I twirl and swirl again and
again, in my dreams no more pain.
Sometimes in a glimpse of
heaven I see my small friends
I don't go to bed in the middle
of the day, or as day ends
We run and play to our delight,
where there is no end of His sunlight.
© 2008 Edith Morris
22 June 2008
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