Dreams are what worlds are made of;
Silver thoughts serving as the embryonic fluid of life, itself.
In the womb of the mind,
A world is formed a thousand times over every
Single millisecond of every single day.
In the uterus of thought,
worlds swim in the sea of dreams like dolphins
Playfully wandering, flitting in and out of the conscious
And unto the great unknown.
Warm and safe as the fetal child,
In dreams, our worlds fall not to the snares of life and living.