Dreams of the Night

When I lay myself to sleep at night,
Sometimes the questioning things that I see through the depths of my mind
May seem just not quite right.

The faraway lands and places that I might roam,
Or the people and strangers that I may meet,
Sometimes some of these things can scare me
To the very tips of my feet.

I sleep within the dark,
Hidden under warm cozy covers,
But see cold and cruel worlds that I might have never known
Or experience fears, that seem so real,
Waking me with a shudder, early in the morning hours...
Too scared to talk, and perhaps share with someone else much later.

Then there are those times,
I get to visit with someone whom I used to love.
My heart filling with warmth, but still experiencing that distant heartache,
Yearning to feel their presence once again.

Or I might dream an image of something beautiful from nature,
Or clips from my life, and receive an inspiration,
Or maybe even get to talk with God.
He will let me know that everything will be okay.
Those dreams throughout the night,
Are beyond more than the mind's imagination.

Perhaps they are signs from another place,
Or another time.
Whatever they are, they really do serve me
My inspiration.

There are fears, hopes, happiness,
But overall, they are my dreams of the night.
Although I may awake with a shudder or a tear.
God will be right there, throughout the evening...
Helping me through this change of atmosphere.

Perhaps it's just a sign
Letting me know that this very life,
Just isn't all mine.