Wishful Sleeping

Would that I could drift above the clouds To see all that lies beneath The vast expanses reaching out to the horizon The fingers of green and blue Those grasping hands, outstretched Spread across so small a frame And then, to gaze above To watch as the swarm of stars Flies across boundless space Time stands still Eternity becomes a single moment All that ever was, is, or will be Is placed in the palm of my hand A flickering flame The breath of life The light of countless souls Their stories known only to me And then, to wake To see the blue of the ceiling above my bed To know that it was never real To feel the chill of early morning As the first rays of sun peek through my window Would that I could drift above the clouds To see all that lies beneath To sleep, perchance to dream