That sleeping slumber....
Spent tiredly upon thy pined lumber.

Dreams come over thee as fast and as heavy as a theatre's curtain...
For thus was certain.

Blackness surrounds me in a sea of darkness obscene...
Swirling spinning rooms bring forth a feeling of reeling for
thee quietly serene.

Above the tree tops i fly in my dreams...
Over many dells and hilly streams.

Fish jumping out of cold dark green waters...
Stream beds overflow with dampness and a liquidy brine.

Thanks to mothers and fathers...
I had many days of childhood spent happly to be brightly lit and shine.

Many thanks go out to my mother and grandmother and even her long dead mother...
I am here to dream more dreams of living and breathing and to hopefully to never die or smother.

Dreams live on in life long gone...
Death overtakes father time with nary a skip of a beat or a tired lazy yawnny dawn.

A pretended ending from start to die finished...
Time of life is endedly diminished.

As i come to a much fast halted stopping like hover...
I'll once again miss this life like a loved starved teenaged lost lover.

Flying finally higher than lowest peaks of summer...
No more depressions to last as like a bad dreamed of day'ed one bummer.

Christ appears before me on the horizon...
Brightest whitest flowing clean honest robe.

Slightly hotter than the most hottest of stove...
I wander aimlessly than a long lost road detoured beyond the
longest miles i had did fly and did had drove.

Brightest lights meet to me in spacial dimensions...
Of this unexperienced feeling that is hard to explain as mentions.

Time is not ever measured up in Heaven's being...
Life is now as a time of not seeing.

Michael Gale

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