Dreaming In My Sleep Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

In my sleep, walking through a garden filled with many
flowers, when coming upon a single brilliant rose, it's
scent drawing me closer.

It's color an intense blue, enveloping and holding me
under it's spell of beauty, gently, quietly, leaning
over.

Kissing the petals of it's essence with my spirit and
instantly being transported into heaven, there every
rose was bathed in a bluened light.

Walking among them all for an eternity filled with an
intense peace as stillness surrounded me for ever on
the next horizon.