When you fall asleep at night

you do then enter dreamland

A place where

Things in life

Do what they want

Without permission.

And steer you down

The Pathways

And the hallways

That of which

you never knew

were there until you

are, because it’s

dreamland.

and everything makes sense.

When you fall asleep at night

You do then enter dreamland

A place where I

Have talked to God

Who told me thus

And never did I

Ever once

Not ever

think to argue.

His verse was strange

His voice was light.

never have I

heard again

Such an

eerie, pretty sight.

Here I write now

What he said.

And what I did

After he left.

And So you read

And wonder what

The meaning is

And other such

Peculiar, common, likely things

That never seem to

really mean

Any thing at all

“Child.

I open you a door

And when

You go through

There is a path

Where at the end

is heaven

“Child.

I open you a door

And if

you turn around

and come back through

It will then close

and not reopen.

“Child.

It is your choice

to close this door

I will not do it for you

Some don’t have that long straight path.

I give them but

A window.

“Child.

If you choose to close your door;

Abandon it to others

You will then get a window but

It’s harder to see out of.

A window is just half the size

A door is

And more narrow.

You’d have to crawl out

Through the molding,

Making sure to

Watch your landing,

When you fall from

Suchlike floor

Your window

Happens

Be on.”

“Thank you God, and

Lord, praised be!”

Said I and

Left his presence.

I turned around;

Went through my door

Expecting to see heaven.

It wasn’t waiting;

Couldn’t see it.

Didn’t hear a sound.

I started walking

Then to jogging

And to running, sprinting, loping.

Back to walking

When forever

Had gone by

and I was still

Huffing, puffing, running, jogging

Down that long straight vestibule.

He never said

It would be boring,

Never said it

Would be fun.

For the first time

Did I wonder

If a window

Could be thrilling?

I thought about it

Did no more

Because I

Kept on walking.

Heaven seemed

Like a nice place

And surely must be

worth it.

so I walked

and walked

and walked.

And sometimes jogged

And sometimes sprinted.

Sometimes huffed and

Sometimes puffed but

Couldn’t seem to drag me through it.

Then the ceiling

Lifted some.

Then the walls

Dissolved.

I could see

The others walking

on my every side.

Some were lagging,

Some were running

Some had stopped and

One turned back.

Others looked like

They were happy

With a hollow promise.

But did I even really know now

That God’s word was false?

Or maybe I should keep on walking

Just to see,

Just to wonder

If his lie was true.

Only one way

to find out

I knew I had to walk

For only then

if I never

found the place

could I  know

His word was false.

On the other hand I thought:

What if I waste my time?

I’m bored and dull and never want to

Move one single step again.

So I stood but before long

A voice inside me said:

“You can’t just keep on doing nothing.

Step back or go ahead.

Even windows lead to somewhere,

Maybe heaven if you’re good

Cos God

He is forgiving.”

This to me

Made little sense

but I knew I must do something.

For if my chances

Were depleted

What good would that have done me?

I stepped backwards, thinking

Of how many steps I’d come

And tried to wonder

Of the number

I’d need to go

Before the one

That got me back to my hall’s end

But one step was all it took.

“Child,”

said God

“I opened you a door and warned

that if you came back through

you wouldn’t see that hall again.

Now I’m reminding you.

“Child.

Just one step will bring you back

The thousands you just took.

But since I’m so forgiving I’ll

Now let you start anew.”

After coming up again ¾

After many miles ¾

To the place

Where walls dissolved

I turned around a second time,

Sure that I would never ever

See that place again

Or want to.

I marched right through the door,

And slammed it hard behind me

Then saw a little window in

The wall just right beside me.

So I stood straight in front of it

And only saw the sky,

Then took myself a big deep breath

and slowly closed my eyes.

I marched up toward its shiny panes.

Squeezing both eyes tight

I didn’t want to see the drop

But was sure this path was right.

Then when I opened them again

I only saw the ceiling

And knew that I was in my room

Lying in my soft warm bed.

And in my room there is a window,

And in it is a door.

The hall is only ten small feet

I’m on the second floor.