Thick liquid slumber lumbers
as my conscious mind tumbles.
In a chaos of colors and lights
my soul slowly, silently slips into flight.
My soul is free to be all it wants
but is limited by the memories of the body it haunts.
My past is its master and controls my soul’s fate
awaiting freedom from my body, its mate.
My body is frozen, as if by God’s will,
although its essence controls my dreams still.
Muscles and skin are steeled to the bone
while my soul, in its own world, is set free to roam.
When morning comes and my body awakes
it recaptures my soul from its evening escape.
My body and soul, again, unite
for my soul has been grounded from evening flight.

As printed in the VHL Family Forum 8:2, June 2000. For permission to reprint, please contact VHL Family Alliance, editor@vhl.org. Further information is available from the VHL Family Alliance, info@vhl.org.