What’s in a number?
What’s in a dream?
We’re always asking questions
Until we have to scream

We cannot be satisfied
Knowing things are
We must delve deeper
Or reach for a star

Rainbows are pretty
When we see them up high
We used to just chase them
There in the sky

Now we know
They’re refractions of light
We weren’t satisfied
Until we knew it right

But still there is beauty
In knowing things, too
So I’ll ask my questions
And so will you

 

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As I mentioned a week ago, I have been keeping a dream journal.  I wondered to myself “What’s in a dream?” this morning as I sat down to write my poem, and this was followed by the above.

 

I’ll probably forget to mention this on Nothing Day next week, so I will mention it here:  I have a new toy.  I ordered a Bluetooth wireless headset, and it arrived yesterday.  The music is loud and clear, and it’s supposed to hold a charge for six hours.  I couldn’t be more pleased with it.

 

Enough for now.  See you Monday.