Another from about a year ago. Something had set me musing on the idea that creativity takes place at the intersection, or slight overlapping, of the conscious and non-conscious minds, as though at times there is a gentle ebb and flow between the two, like a lake lapping its shore (and vice-versa).

Mere Abstraction

Our dreams are mere abstraction;
re-created mood made real
by involuntary actions of creationistic zeal.

We make legends when we're resting,
turn reality to suit every feeling we're attesting:
every mood must have its root.

But the sources of these stories
are mere flickers in the brain;
chemically created glories -

Don Quixote conquered Spain in a swarm of self-deceptions,
we'd do well to be aware.

Yet our sleeping brain's perceptions
may relate what's hidden there -

Though our dreams are mere abstraction,
re-created mood made real,
at the point of interaction lies the life those dreams reveal.

Roy