Rubáiyát – Dreams

Rubiayat

A dream somewhat remembered when we wake
Is recalled dimly. Lessons we might take
Are vague. Like wisdom when ‘twould be applied
To living problems faced for their own sake.

A dream vaguely remembered stirs my thought.
What was it now about? I almost caught
Its magic memories that echo round
The corners of my mind: earnestly sought.

I seek the dream. It still eludes my mind.
If it returns – what really shall I find?
A whimsical, poor parody of truth?
Or revelations pure and unrefined?

Dreams are elusive in the light of Day.
Only at night do the emerge to say
Things which we long to know, yet oft we fear
To speak ourselves the full Truth honestly.

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