Discourse Poem, the Dream

I Discourse Poem, The DREAM The dream came before dawn Longer ago than I dare to date. Within it, I trudged along The forever-length of a deserted Beach, having only the hope of Sighting a pier with its over-swooping Gull. I kept on the heavy walk in the dry, Poor, foot-denying sand — with More sliding down than stepping ahead. I wearied. I admit. I kept on, Lifting my eyes to the distances for some Sign and, then one came, but not to eyes. My ears. At first I strained to believe it was sound At all, so I hurried toward the horizon, Concentrating. Until, yes! Sound pulled Me on to hearing faint tones of music! Forgetting my steps I struggleon toward The faint but distinctly sweet sound of a choir! Heaven? I woke. Filled with a landscape of questions. To this day, embracing. *********. ************. ********* (C) sally Young Eslinger 12/18/220 Thanks be to God. Alleluia!