Our souls travel while lying deep asleep.
Visions flow limitlessly as the soul seeks.
Busy minds are stilled; there is not one peep
while slumbering bodies and minds don't speak.
Souls searching not for illusions buried deep
while streams flow, wolves dance, and the water pipe leaks.
Visions spin from scene to scene while we dream.
On rare treks, a symbol may incite a scream.
What is a dream? One could say, rightfully,
are visions created for our higher souls
or of God or His worker's insightfully
to heal us in ways our conscious doesn't know.
Thus we might want to journal spritefully,
capturing these nuances to help us grow.
It matters much to import these visions
to aid in making good daily decisions.
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Author Notes
The contest to write a poem about How Do Dreams Come to Be?
This is a Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in the following rhyme:
one octive poem. abababcc
two octave poem, dededeff
Thank you for the use of The Firebird by cleo85 on FanArtReview.com
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