Dream From A Sickbed Poem by Sarah Persson

She wandered through a landscape,
Full of pretty little builds,
Not really knowing where she was,
Not really did she care,
Each little piece of beauty,
Turned her head at every chance
And never would she want to leave,
The place her head could dance.

Everything was on the edge,
The cliffs held fragrant hues,
But just to see the next display,
Her feet would tumble, slide, amuse,
When all at once her balance lost,
She fell to worlds unknown,
Embracing all that captured eyes,
Never ending places flown.

Valleys deep in depths of sea,
With wrecks as clear as clear could be,
Each fish that swims a flash of light,
Has firework hues in abundance,
Fields and mountains of pure delight,
Even boulders cannot block my flight,
And all at once she comes to rest,
Upon a pillar against her chest.

Chains she cannot strap in place,
She watches others fall,
Should she let go and meet her fate?
Her dream has ended, death awaits.