To Dream...and Wake Up

One night I had a dream.
I thought I had failed,
I thought I had fallen,
But in the end I woke up.
The thought lingers it seems.

You ever have a dream where...
it feels so real and true.
And you can't seem to break free.
You struggle and fight,
in the end you give up right there.

I've wasted too much time,
just living on the past.
And it's all meaningless I thought,
what can I do as I live in regret...
I can simply put the past behind.

It's easier said than done though.
And when I think of it,
maybe there was a purpose.
The better part of the dream...
it's when you wake up you know.

Home At Last

As soon as he was able to see his home again,
tears began welling up in his eyes instantly.
He smiled and looked around and up high and low,
there was a certain peace in being home I know.
And I wondered what he missed most about home.

The first thing to see as he entered his humble abode,
was his garden unattended for almost three months now.
Still trees were fruitful and everything was flourishing green.
The little girl played in her father's garden as she had always been.
I wondered if he missed gardening and the moments with her.

Then into the house we all went in.
And he began tearing again.
Home at last it seems.
The boy walked toward his father and over he leans.
I wondered if he missed simply being able to see him.

To the front of the house they wheeled him along.
They stopped and he began crying unstoppingly.
The hymns of praise filled the house though the inside seemed dim,
as the little boy was practicing as his father had always reminded him.
I wondered if he missed listening to him playing hymns on the piano.

One by one they came to welcome him home.
A family meal together once again,
filled with laughter and memories;
A time to treasure though it seems so ordinary.
I know life doesn't have to be extraordinary to miss home.