Erin Thomas (Riverside, California)
What world revolves in that plane of dreams
That life is hued with the stain of dreams?
What shadows dance in that realm between
That bears the curse to the brain of dreams?
What needs are wrought by the gift of thought
That sways the fool to the gain of dreams?
What fancies form beyond light’s domain
That subjects one to the reign of dreams?
What binding force does the black void spawn
That holds one bound to a chain of dreams?
What grips the mind from those depths unknown
That weighs each day with the strain of dreams?
What terrors writhe in your heart, Zahhar,
That plague your soul with the pain of dreams?
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Published in Candelabrum Poetry Magazine in Spring of 2003.
This is a ghazal poem.
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