In sleep, in sleep, I wander deep,
Into minds un-ego’ed keep,
And swim in thoughts
And swim in dark,
To where all source of thoughts embark,
In sleep, in dreams, I saunter slow,
To where all conscious things must go,
And ramble on
And tumble down
And aim for something bright below,
I turn, I flow, through golden veins,
Connected to all other brains,
With every move
I touch the great,
The one connected living state,
In here, this here, I feel at peace,
As though all forms of doubting cease,
And this is me,
The brightest me,
The central source indefinitely,
Laurence, this poem reveals your fantastic ability at creating excellent and appropriate rhythm: In sleep, in dreams, I saunter slow, To where all conscious things must go, And ramble on And tumble down And aim for something bright below,
'And ramble on And tumble down And aim for something bright below' This really reminds me of Hamlet's speech, 'For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.' Beautifully written, vivid imagery, and a true sense of hopefulness within your words. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem. It makes one want to sleep and dream and write an inspirational piece such as this. Well done!