Dreaming as I sleep,
my minds at rest I think.
I can hear not a peep.
as thoughts leave, I sink,
into darkness,
All around.
Suddenly I see,
something that amazes me.
Shimmering lights
implore
me to explore.
I find a forest,
but not a forest of trees I know.
these are all aglow.
The leaves,
of the trees,
glow
just so.
In greens, yellows and blues,
and many other hues,
too.
Not so bright as to make the night turn to day.
It’s hard to describe in any way.
The trunks also glow, but more muted
in browns and tans and reddish colors
as tree trunks those are suited.
It is as if the trees were made of precious gems.
But what makes them glow,
so?
As more people around me show,
The trees seem to glow,
even more.
Could it be….
We make the gems
get bright?
With thoughts sent light?
Maybe the trees are made of glass,
or nothing at all?
Could imagination
be the key,
that lights every tree.
I sense thoughts of wonder as I go around
It is like I’m all alone
with a million others also there,
but from where?
Off in the distance I note
a beautiful woman dressed in
Luminescent white.
Everyone passes by,
thinking she’s a beggar I guess.
I need to lead the way I think,
trying not to blink.
As near her visage a glowing gem is in my hand,
It glows with love I see.
not the love that lovers know.
Love that means, friends we’ll ever be.
Before I can talk,
she disappears.
all alone I continue to walk.
But no, I’m not alone,
any more.
I’m all aglow,
and others know.
I hear loud and clear.
As ye reap, so ye sow.
As I turn the forest disappears in the distance.
But my gem is shining bright.
She’ll wait for more leaders to find their light,
later on tonight.
Millions of souls pass her way.
but not all get a light,
tonight.
Maybe later if they live life right.
Written by James Lumpkin
A Real Nice Guy 