Dancing
In dark corridors
Hidden beneath deep waters
Within the vaults of sleep
Into the mind after midnight
Dreams in translation creep.
Fears in the subconscious
Or mountains never scaled.
The rarefied seas and oceans
Blue waters never sailed.
Immersed in latent memories
A stark frightening exposition
Of life seen from the fringes
In a weird, puzzling position.
Taking flight beyond belief
In extraordinary circumstances
The rhythm and the beat
And smooth unknown dances.
Dreams in translation hover
Above the mists of Morpheus
And wait the time to speak.
It is changing in metamorphoses.
Is the arcane meaning clearer?
When the mists of dreams dissolve
Are the answers ever known?
Or far too hard to solve.
Dancing in dark corridors
Absorbed into the night
Are the dreams translated?
Or further out of sight.
Alone in the misty garden
Where dreams are propagated
In the shadows of the dark
Dream translations are created.
©
David Rudder
2023
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