Bedtime stories are Hansel and Gretel
breadcrumbs for those who get lost in their dreams.
Ephemeral place holders providing us with the necessary safety net
we need to explore our subconscious.
Place holders to be plucked by the scavengers of the night,
leaving us to the magical maze
of the conjured fantasy
and alchemic reality.
Only slivers of the night
will be transformed into the consciousness of the day.
While we can be led to the nutritious sustenance of dreams,
it is up to us to swallow.
Dreams: the ether of things hoped for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Only slivers of the night/will be transformed into the consciousness of the day Being sustained by dreams is not a new theme but it has a novel expression here - no less cogent than mainstream psychology. We need to feed off dreams but we must have them first. A finely written poem. Rgds, Ivan