Dreams are mysterious and strange.
Unexpectedly, they intrude restful sleep.
What is the significance of their display?
My speculating interpretations take a leap.
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Great poem! I like how you try to search for an answer in its structure. I wrote a poem that's similar to this called 'The Grandeur of Sleep' that doesn't search for an answer, but that is kind of an overview of dreams. Well worded and memorable! -Michael
Theresa, your poem stirs up my brain. Just yesterday I was thinking about how much we don't know and understand about nature, ours included. No doubt dreams or dreaming has an explanation, but I would rather think up one that is very imaginative. I finished reading, A Time To Mend, a novel by Angel Hunt. Towards the end of the story, she writes: 'Life is not abut what I do, it's aboaut what I am.' I would like to think of a dream as being - just being in a wonderful way. Of course, that eliminates nightmares.