Dream Journies
What greater mystery is there in life
Than the inner universe of our dreams?
What is this reality that awaits
Where nothing truly happens as it seems.
Consider this strange and surreal terrain
That we so often travel in our sleep
To forge a symbolic and questing trail
To those secrets that we guardedly keep.
As we travel those inner, winding paths
Is it chaos and madness that we find?
Is it truth or delusion that resides
In the deep, dark chambers of the mind?
Is this nocturnal and lonely journey
Meant to strip the layers of masks away?
Does it expose what we carefully hide
From the often revealing light of day?
Might it be possible that what we meet
Is just as real and true as when awake?
Could it be that we meet our other selves
With lessons that we are to give and take?
Maybe our dreams are divinely given
So that we may help our souls to grow
Maybe waking and slumbering states
Are more alike than we really do know.