I once had a dream,
horrible and cruel;
imagine my horror
when it later came true.
I woke up for months
with tears on my face,
the dream kept recurring,
my heart broke each night,
until finally I slept,
God gave me some grace.
I once had a dream,
of moving into a house,
it was Victorian and yellow,
three stories and huge.
All of my family and friends
showed up there,
to help me move in,
and to show me their care.
At the end of the day,
my nearest and dearest,
hearts of my heart,
all got together to sit
on the edge of the tub,
our feet in the water,
as we shared laughter
and love.
Every so often,
that dream still recurs,
or I’ll catch a glimmer of it,
in the warmth of a hug.
It hasn’t come true yet,
and when it does,
well, I can’t tell,
for that old house is heaven,
the tub is eternal,
the laughter is life
and God is the love.
© Elaine Wood-Lane
4/4/16
I wrote this last night, just before going to sleep. I’ve truly had both of these dreams. In the first one, in early November, 1986, I dreamt my brother Joe was in a car accident and was badly hurt. He was killed in a car accident on December 24, 1986. I’ve yet to get over that one. Joe was such a tender hearted man and had always been my hero.
The second dream is truly a recurring dream. I used to have it all the time, but dreams elude me more these days as I don’t sleep much at all without sleeping pills and, alas, I don’t dream much. I still love this dream when I have it. I always wake up feeling warm and glowing.
Sunshine Lane 