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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