Dreams

(Oddly, this poem was inspired by a lecture I attended close to 9 years ago in Switzerland. The speaker was an Australian Rabbi, a well respected physiologist and Kabbalist who spoke about the nature of dreams. The following both summarizes a bit of what he touched upon (without completely alarming his audience) - the rest is a personal interpretation of an aspect of our subconcious lives which remain mostly a mystery to the waking mind.)

Dreams are broken up

fragments of thoughts, interlaced

with droplets of prophecy,

real-life fears and desires

etched upon a background

of frosted color grays.

The mundane becomes the exotic

The exotic becomes moot;

Laws of science bent in

our minds.

Miracles taken for granted,

nay, expected and deemed

essential in order to escape the shadows

of dreaming person’s mind.

Animals speak,

Images interlace and evolve

Identities translucent

feelings spilled

within a pool of

subconscious impossibilities

Fearful images frighten

Yet enthrall us with the

Imaginary aspect of

a reality unknown to the

Light of day.

Touch, smell and thought

Become intertwined

and reveal

passions and desires

known only to the Creature

we know as Sleep.

Melancholic moments of gladness,

Misery, and transfixion of thought

Hold the sleeper spell-bound,

The dreamer captivated

and the waking person

awakens both mystified

and a little more wise.

The design of subconscious thought

is utilized as fragmented moments

of ideas and realities

Unresolved issues of our days

become magically mended

Even within the midst

of troubled dreams.

One awakens and feels that though

No true substantial memories

carry over into the light of day

A healing of mind and soul

has evolved within the depths of our being,

during the silent moments

of night.

A peaceful settlement with reality

prevails. And though the waking

Person might not know it.

a treaty of peace has

been made.