meeting the unknowns

dreams arise in our slumbering consciences and bear

surreal and indeterminate apparitions there

that inhabit the depthless void of sleeps everchanging surprise

responsible for setting the other worldy stage behind closed eyes

as turns the hour as turns each unreasoned theme

as floats the helpless susceptible mind on the unrelenting strangest stream

no matter waking anew in calmness or affectedly forlorn

dissipated will always be those nightly spectral visitors by the guardianesque ghost of dawn