The Meaning of Dreams:

I dream every night.

Most are ordinary; some are strange visions of a world I don’t know.

Most are not significant, but weightless and momentary.

I make little effort to remember those.

 

Archetypes visit now and then, placing their hand on my chest as I sleep;

Waking, their stigmatic handprint remains.

Walking around with invisible, mythic marks over my heart:

Just another day, really.

 

Animals pass through as well, making game trails in the gullies of my soul;

Some stop, momentarily, lifting their heads to stare or sniff the wind.

Some don’t even pause but just pass by; 

Leaving it up to me whether to follow or not.

I carry those dreams with me.

 

One foot on either side of the dream-divide; lounging in the doorway,

Swinging on the gate: there’s no way to know which way to go.

The mud from the path sticks to my feet.

I make sure to leave footprints on both sides.