A Dream Or A Nightmare

I am sitting on the seat of life

Closing my eyes to strife,

To sickness, to grief

All in a moment brief.

My mind is afloat with thought

Meandering the path fraught

With weary battles fought

Against floods and drought.

Then the dreams begin

Of an angel holding hands open

To wring my soul within

Its clasp and rise to heaven.

But its hands halt far between

And my mind wonders, ‘is this akin

To a dream or a nightmare

Or a new fearful thought to share?’