A Wise Man’s Dream

Lying on a frozen lake with red rose petals and goolden ashes,

Soaring down from the sky.

Exploring passions both seen and unseen,

Living life in a matrix,

And closing my eyes.

Dreaming of that sweet summer sound.

In a valley discovering keys to hidden secrets colder than a winter night’s breeze.

Tears stream down my face like the wind,

Or a heavy current flowing in the frozen lake of forgiveness.

Slowly I reach out -

But no one comes to my aid,

I pray on my knees that my sinful soul is saved,

But still it feels like the ground is eager to break beneath my feet,

I roll the dice and fly -

‘Saved by Angel’s wings.

I cry no more and I wipe the tears from my face,

I look up at the sky,

And witness His grace.

Though there may be those in the grave,

They will live on forever,

Though we may make mistakes,

We are still God’s Golden Treasure.