When I Was The Dream Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I soaked myself on the fabric of the universe
Covering myself with all sorts of mysteries
Anointing myself with the beauty of creation
I was the magical spell from the pot of wisdom
Wandering the universe in search of dreamers
Seekers and drifters who have never known sleep
Whose thoughts are covered with questions
Difficult mathematical equations permeating their minds
Day and night they look to the stars
Searching for the hidden speck of knowledge
Within the dazzling pot of cosmic mysteries
Wisdom is unveiled inside the subconscious mind of men (and women)
Dreams can only be dissected by those who live within
The inner chambers of life are full of knowledge
The path of dreams follow the everlasting light
Revealing and displaying the mysteries of creation