An Eternal Sleep

I closed my eyes last night with the promise of a new day
My sleep was slumber, my mind was still
Dreams came to take me to another place
The running train of thoughts took hold
Taking me through the stages of life
Reaching out to touch it, almost in my grasp
I tried to wake
My body lie cold, my soul accompany me
But the place was not the same as I left before
It was new and strange, strong and fearless
A place of white, with all its glory
People walked all day to ponder
Until their name beckon to the trial of life
It was a purgatory of sorts—a waiting room
I was given a book to read—the book to my life
There were chapters from beginning to end
Some good, some bad, some painful, and some sad
Closing the book to what once was
This would be my body of evidence to determine my resting place
Wonderments of my legacies
Did I live a good life…Did I treat others well
Always assured I had time to correct my wrongs
My clock stopped ticking without consult
It was no time to reflect, no time to repair
My sleep was Eternal

© Copyright 2004 ZE Harris, author