There He Lies Sleeping Soundly

A poem about dreams and imagination

There he lies, half-sitting Sleeping soundly With a book lying open in his lap Drifting off into lands unknown Scenes unseen Stories untold Where he is the hero Whether famous or notorious, Mighty or weak! Events revolve around him And he lives them; Bravely or meekly, Willingly or forcibly! Being in that invisible kingdom Ruling, yet being ruled By his own imagination! His eyelids drawn down Parting his conscious from reality His countenance; serene, expressionless His breathing; mellow and steady A perfect example of static motion He lies there still; dreaming!

Dreams are a blessing taking us into worlds unknown, unimaginable and wondrous.