418. Dream World Tales
In the waking hours I am restricted by the confines of my own mind,
And no matter how thorough the search, there is little for me to find,
When I pass into the dark realm, known as the blissful state of sleep,
I find a limitless unconscious world of visions from which I can reap.
Among the dream forests, and within the dream mist, lies a golden path,
A winding road that leads to the hero's destiny, and the evil king's wrath,
Here there is much treachery and deceit, but also great honor and glory,
All to be played out in a dream world, to become the basis of every story.
Deep in the mind's eye the relationship between Gods and man is not blurred,
And the words of great wisdom from the High - One are clear and never slurred,
As the fog lifts the Goddesses reveal their beauty, and I can see Balder's shine,
With Odin, Thor, and Freyja, I travel from realm to realm, of which I know are nine.
I see the golden spires of Asgard emblazoned against a bright sunny azure sky,
Listen as Odin's black raven messengers return to their master with a loud cry,
Locked in a dream world trance I stare as Hodr commits his unfortunate blunder,
Watch in awe as Thor raises his hammer Mjolnir, and creates lightning and thunder.
Another light takes me away to a land of extreme heat, molten lava, and great fire,
Here Surtr sits guarding his kingdom with a sword that blazes like a funeral pyre,
Without warning, I am transported to a land of mist and cold that makes me shiver,
Here, in the realm of Niflheim, the unfortunate dead arrive, and wade across the river.
Many fear the unknown nightmares that are hidden deep within the sleep of night,
However, within this darkness of slumber shines a never ending beacon of light,
Every evening my mind boards a Viking ship, and across an expansive ocean it sails,
Visiting Gods, heroes, and monsters, on foreign shores, to live the dream world tales.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2017.