To Sleep-To Dream Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

TO SLEEP, TO DREAM

I lay my head down on my pillow
Quickly went to sleep to dream
And I found myself upon my horse
Aside this barely moving stream.

The day was warm and humid
Bright sun shining over head
And in youth, we began to canter
Across the field where we were lead.

We came to lowly foothills
With narrow path so plainly found,
Small trees are scattered sparsely
Scurrying creatures all around.

As my horse trod each tiny foothold
And we traversed this narrow way,
I heard a voice softly calling
' Follow the path, now don't you stray.'

Continuing so very cautiously,
We came to that last bend
And I heard that voice still calling
'I have to send you back again'.

'For time is not concluded
You cannot come to me just now,
But you will come here soon enough,
Of this I do avow.'

Right then, I heard my alarm clock
Saying, 'Time to rise and shine'
So now I hug my pillow
And stretch out to move my spine.

No longer young and vibrant
Through these ages I can see,
For each time I go to sleep at night
I know God.....You'll visit me!


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

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