Many Rooms

One third of life is spent in sleep,
But in the house of dreams, we find
True wisdom of a subtle kind.

Like divers rising from the deep,
The dreaming self retrieves at night
Things hidden from the common sight.

Adventure comes in many forms—
The spirit wanders restlessly
In dreams to seek its destiny.

The other world cares not for norms
Of time and place as followed by
The waking world; no rules apply.

The house of dreams has many rooms
Where mystics weave on golden looms.
The secrets of your soul are there;
Explore each passage, if you dare.

©2016 Michael Fraley

Back to Poem-O-Rama