In the grandeur of sleep,
we explore the unfathomed
of our intricate minds.
We visit awesome new worlds,
indulge in titillating fantasies,
and encounter our greatest fears.
Sometimes we have premonitions,
where we foresee what the future
withholds from the oblivious.
Sometimes we formulate
fantastical vivid conceptions
that our conscious minds
wouldn't allow us to do.
Other times we awaken
with either vague, oblique,
or forgotten vestiges.
But in any case,
the sleep that awaits us,
comprises something alluring!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Michael, I just read your comment about Theresa Moore's Interpretation of Dreams. I am glad I decided to read your version. It is interesting the way you view all dreams, even nightmares. You certainly cover all the possiblities in a positive way. NIcely said in such a few words.