The Night

I wrote this one when I was 15.

“The Night” 11-22-96

Deep in the night I had a dream, and in it everything was okay.
I was thoroughly happy, and nothing could take that away from me.
I wasn’t at all doubtful, and in fact, feeling that way was entirely unknown to me.
Everything worked out for the better the first time through, and it always had.

Deep in the night I had a dream, and in it everything was not okay.
Beauty was not in the eyes of the beholder, and I couldn’t find it in me.
I was afraid of everything, and nothing would take that away from me.
All I wanted was for someone to take away my pain, and that person could have been me.

Deep in the night I had a dream, and in it everything was so real.
I can’t say I was always happy, and I won’t say that I was always sad.
I found true beauty in the most unnoticed places, and one of those places held me.
Everything happened for a reason, and it all made perfect sense somewhere.

Deep in the night I realized that this dream was only a dream, and at once I smiled.
My mother’s love was in my heart, and she wasn’t far away from me.
My father’s love was in my eyes, and he was in the stars watching over me.
I could almost feel the love of a future family, and see them surrounding me.

Deep in the night I woke up, and knew, that both the night and the dream were forever a part of me.

 

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