#378 Near The Furthest Star Poem by Jimmie Arrington

Lying in my bed, late at night
And progressively drifting,
I feel a tingle of delight
Inside my toes and shifting.

The feeling rises to my knees,
To my stomach then my heart.
The tingle is like the cool breeze
Which signifies winter's start.

I know this feeling very well,
It happens almost nightly.
Then reality bids farewell
And I lose control slightly.

Now I will be a bit forthright
So you'll truly understand,
The reason for my great delight:
I'm heading off to Dreamland!

Here there are colors never seen.
The past is never too far.
It's here I'm king beside my queen
And I'm near the furthest star.

Here the deceased are doing fine,
There is no death nor disease.
Here the option to fly is mine,
I do whatever I please.


All my desires are fulfilled,
All my wishes come to be.
Time is halted or at least stilled
And I'm finally set free.

Then suddenly the daylight breaks
And I'm forced to fight life's war,
Composed of heartbreaks and heartaches,
Until night comes 'round once more.