Rest Poem by Justin Reamer

The darkness in the room
Invites so much imagination,
But the eyes can go no longer,
So they begin to close.

Rest, my dear, rest;
You will be satisfied.

The darkness comes,
And dreams begin to shape,
The soul leaves this world,
And enters another,
Where imagination is the centre,
And the dream is only a block away.

Rest, my dear, rest;
You will be satisfied.

The dream takes place,
And the entrance begins,
And I begin to experience the changes
All around me,
Where the trees are like pillows,
Made of cotton candy;
The rivers are filled with water,
Streaming down the field,
Giving a long swishing sound,
As it splashes along the shore.

Rest, my dear, rest;
You will be satisfied.

The sound comforts me,
And I feel relaxed as
I hear the stream,
And as the wind
Whispers to me,
With its wonderful whims,
I wander about and
Become wary.

Rest, my dear, rest;
You will be satisfied.

Creatures wander about me,
The birds begin to sing;
They chant all the time,
With their wonderful whistles,
Their crescendos and harmonies,
Fortes and pianos,
And their tempos
Of andante, largo, and presto.

Rest, my dear, rest;
You will be satisfied.

Dogs saunter around me,
Barking and wagging their tales,
For they know I am a friend,
And I will do nothing wrong
To hurt them.

Rest, my dear, rest;
You will be satisfied.

I then wander about,
And I see the sun before me,
I know the comfort I receive
When it shines down upon me.
I smile,
And close my eyes,
And my soul
Begins to rest.

Rest, my dear, rest;
You will be satisfied.