labyrinth called dreams

this poem tries to define and explore the esoteric world of our dreams

THE LABYRINTH CALLED DREAMS

When all comes to an end
When the mind becomes equable
We explore the world we do not dare to tend
For our need to become fragile to a world we perceive exists only in fables


It’s a world that’s existence is Arcanum and without bias
We begin to take its existence as supernal
In this ulterior vacation
We fall from the highest mountains
And doff again into the seas with new aberrations

It titillates us
It is our atelier
Where places unexplored are explored
And all the pain further excruciated and soared!

We cower facing it
Yet it is the ne plus ultra of our desires
For we have a penchant that fits
Our esoteric and baffled minds into its right attire!