The details of slumber

The details of slumber                                                                               
 
I dream, hearing Your footsteps down the hallway;
a plea in my ear; a tug on my blanket –
 
but I can’t open my eyes, stir myself awake.
So I learn instead the details of slumber;
 
explore the realm of my somnambulance. 
How might my dreamed-up self
 
ever connect with conscious Reality?    
Only in sleep do we envision, one bright morning,
 
our risen Awakener throwing wide the door, rushing
to our bedside to deliver His rousing, fairytale kiss.
 
O child of God, faith is all you have to offer
the Beloved of your dreams.