I have a tendency of having some really odd dreams, which I never knew how to make sense of, so after a particularly cryptic dream today, I quickly grabbed some pen and paper and jotted a poem out of it, which still doesn’t make sense to me, but might do so for you. Our unconscious thoughts are extremely powerful, and we can’t take them lightly I feel, So I feel it would do no harm if I just convert the dream to a poem. Do tell what you make of it.

A NATURAL CALAMITY

Gazed into the morning sky,
A pulp of Golden Orange Green;

The Giant Ape leapt to the nigh,
Clutching the eagle by its beak;

A riot of monkeys erupted surprise,
A fear of strength they scattered through;
For hurled back I into the night,
puzzling at this grave misfortune;

Tethered myself I doth heard,
The Great Fire burnt the forest down;
An ash of golden orange green, they said,
‘The sky is dead’, O I renounced;

Darted back I to the stream,
A new hope hoped the heart anew;
Alas the ape caged by ape I saw,
Caged the grin of thy insanity;