Falling endlessly into a world of darkness and peace, my world drifts away and i drop from conciousness with a suddenness that makes my limbs weak and my mind roars at the endless possibilities that are to become dreams. Ideas bounce in my crowded mind, not finding room to invade. At once they come to me, like light in the morning, birds are chirping and rays are shining, all stirring me me from a slumber so deep I forgot I was dreaming. Dreaming, where the darkness fades and light cascades into brilliant colors and shades all gloriously made by the creator who saved. Dreams are safe havens where fantasies are short lived and reality in escaped, where happiness is found and fear erased. Where my heart's desires await to meet me at the edge of conciousness and a wonderland so profound I have yet to reach the cliffs that suspend over bright seas that are my dreams. Washing away every pain and fear within my soul to say you are whole. You can run with the wind and fly through the sky to land in the depths of safety and peace of mind. There are no shores to be found because the fantasies are endless combinations of ideas that jump from one to the next. Before I know it I am living the life wished to be lived outside the borders of imagination. Oh, if only the borders of reality would fall and wash away as does the rain on a warm summer day where the sun shines and water cascades over every thing that comes it's way, washing the filth of the day away. Oh to live, that would be the day. Where my life doesn't stop when I awake and where nightmares don't invade when I open my eyes to seize the day. To pass life by with closed eyes where pain isn't felt and fears aren't cried. A day lived is a day died, not resurrecting itself after the sun has said it's goodbyes. Eternal night, where thoughts race the eagles and touch the sky, bypassing the atmosphere and waving at the stars, circling the moon to see the other side, resting for a minute and then jumping high, off the moon through the galaxy of cold, to St. Peter at the gates and Jesus beyond the threshold. Whispering my fears and holding him close, oh the life I would give to have him hold me and whisper in my ear the words I'm dying to hear that no one but him can make come true, that my fantasies are real, that my life is anew. Because after no thoughts and no pulses have left me dead, I get to walk through and meet him, just like he's said. To hold his hand through the Garden of truth and light and the seas of rest and of enormous might. Because death isn't an end, but a beginning. Where Heaven is no longer fleeting by after a few hours of peace, but eternal, everlasting, it won't cease. Pain is forgotten, fears are dispersed, my dreams are real, my body no longer cursed. Cursed with the disappointment of awaking and gazing at the beauty of the morn and the pain of the bones and heart and soul that are torn. To wait a lifetime to see you, eternity is a price well paid for the glory you will greet. Where your living never ends and your fantasies are unending, with all this and more, there is no need for dreaming, no anymore.