Vision in my Slumber
Awakened from my slumber,
Gloom pervades my room,
I sojourn through a shrivelled meadow.
A sage told me to look past the crumbled meadow,
For redemption is risen from its slumber,
And light permeates its room.
As I approach redemption’s room,
I see a lush meadow,
I'm awakened from the vision in my slumber.
The night calls me from my slumber, my room is a door to the meadow.
November 11, 2023.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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