Visions In The Night Poem by Daniel Brick

In sleep, I am always
with others. Blessed spirits hover
over my self asleep. They softly
sing music only pure souls hear
as they lie motionless in the currents
of night. Friends appear repeating
their kind daylight gestures, but I -

I feel darkness encroaching...
Soon body and mind will surrender, and
soul and heart will purify what has been
and what is. This is the deepest place:
a Mystery awakes and spreads through all sleepers.

Imagine Homer's asphodel garden in the shadow
of Hades, imagine holding Aeneas's Golden Bough
as you ascend with other souls in a mad rush
into the Light. Imagine Persephone calling
your name, as you stumble in the Dark Lord's realm.
Imagine your delight reaching her mother's wheat and barley fields.

Or imagine any paradise that fulfills your soul.
Does it seem as if the blazing sun is really
Apollo's shining being? Watch as some light
ascends and disappears, while other light
pools around us, bright and cool and refreshing.