Are the clouds the birthplace of our dreams?

For they arrive from a place close to the suns' beams

There are silky islands in the sky

I dream the dreams, and away they fly

My nightmares must go to a rainy place

Or a sad dark corner or cold desolate space

They come from some distant planet of despair

Whose sorrows echo through to the minds' lair

Wherefore come the dreams of premonition

For, in our reason they have no logical recognition

What sensory past the eyes depicts the color and plasm 1

That brings such life to our dozing phantasm?

What component of biological life

Can hold the emotion of elation and strife?

Where does the spirit lie, in heart or in mind?

For our ingenuity is of an unearthly kind

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