The Superimposition Of Somniation, In A Search For Serendipity Poem by Maurice Harris

Alas, it was all but wishful wonderment, by way of a wandering dream;
Somniation surely it was, yet, real it did seem.
Spurred by a mysterious messenger, who left but a name-
A first name only-as though confoundment was his aim.
I somniate rarely, yet, their reality tends to astound:
They can gift a voice and form, to someone no longer around.
'What does it all mean? ! ', I wonder, as I bolt awake-
'May there be a message from this, that I may take? ! '
My heart was once again rife with jubilation-
All due this now-fleeted fantasization.
Its allusion was pointed-toward a path not taken-
And its conclusion, unequivocal-this choice was mistaken.
Surely, this dream was not merely a singularity-
Another must have been had, to provide further clarity!
Might this be but half-and only when superimposed
Over another, might a whole dream then be composed! ?
The entirety of this aspiration's audacity
May only truly be gleaned, once the capacity
To understand is gained, over this aspiration and its mate.
Serendipity alone may gift this-and only through the powers of Fate!


-Maurice Harris,7 July 2012