I dreamed the dream of dreams
But not the usual kind
It came into my bedroom
And slipped upon my mind
Not the dark and scary
Yet reverence was required
So I awakened with more questions
True answer I’ve desired
This dream was not an omen
But an amen to my soul
So be that it’s beginning
Let meaning now unfold
Sweet morning rays of son-light
Burn off these cloudy eyes
Unseal this sleepy vision
Let wisdom now arise
I await to hear the Truth
Of what my eye has seen
Awaken my understanding
To this dream of all the dreams
November 16, 2007 at 7:33 am
Humans have always dreamt of interpretating dreams… with not much success and i think that’s why it’s such a mystique thing… I love it
November 17, 2007 at 8:28 pm
It’s a lovely poem. I don’t use that word very often. It sounds kind of sissy. “Lovely.” Guys don’t say that.
Still, it’s a lovely poem, and a lovely dream.
Unfortunately, it can take a long time for understanding to come.
As Valentine Michael Smith said, “Waiting is, that grokking in fullness may come.”
November 19, 2007 at 8:18 pm
Real men do say lovely. And thank you both and in a very mysterious lovely way I know the interpretation and understand profoundly.
Now for a thousand tongues to tell……..
So that each would understand with me.