Visions that run from dusk until dawn,
Starting the show with that very first yawn.
Often confusing and long overdrawn,
A new theme each night, they go on and go on.
Characters are forming, their parts to portray.
From day’s bits and pieces to night’s full-scale play.
Gone are the critics that keep them away.
Now they perform in a glorious array.
A mind never resting from real world to dream.
Eyelids close out light but they can’t hide that screen.
Thought chases worry, each picture is seen.
No power controls it– it’s only a dream.
Sleep on my lover, the man of my life.
Close out the worries, the noise and the strife.
Find in your dream world a thought to renew
Each worn out care and each hurtful review.
No one can judge you– no matter how keen.
Things which are real are most often unseen.
Shoot for the moon but find you that star.
No matter how hard, no matter how far!
Cherel S. Justice
I wrote this poem the during our first year of marriage. My husband was sleeping as I was reading in bed and I could tell he was dreaming. That incident inspired me to write Find You That Star and he’s been working at it all our married life.