And as I sleep I begin to dream <br />I’m floating on a slow and steady stream, <br />Bobbing gently with ease. <br />My eyes consume the vibrant blues <br />Cause that’s the color of sky I choose. <br />I feel a subtle breeze. <br /> <br />The stream is bordered beautifully <br />With myriad daisies languidly <br />Swaying within the sunlight. <br />The smell of orange blossoms fills the air. <br />I’m here and there and everywhere <br />With a heightened sense of delight. <br /> <br />My heart is calm and my soul is free <br />As I drift gradually out to sea. <br />I’m free, I repeat the line. <br />Spoken harmoniously and clear, <br />Soft words are whispered in my ear <br />And a hand rests in mine. <br /> <br />I’m jolted awake with a chilling shiver <br />As I rush down a raging and rapid river, <br />My eyes widen with fear. <br />Dark clouds are crammed in a black sky <br />Which unexpectedly begins to cry. <br />The wind jerks me as I steer. <br /> <br />The water soaks me to the bone. <br />I’m alert as if in a combat zone <br />Fighting for a breath air. <br />Lightening strikes and thunder rolls <br />As I try to avoid the fatal black holes <br />Of dejection and despair. <br /> <br />The river is lined with the leering eyes <br />Of those who’ve said their last goodbyes <br />Within and without the years. <br />A cynical smirk sits upon each face <br />As I reach my hand for a saving grace. <br />I call for help but no one hears. <br /> <br />So I close my eyes and again I dream <br />I'm floating on a slow and steady stream, <br />Bobbing gently with ease.<br /><br />Jimmie Arrington<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/303-a-slow-and-steady-stream/
