I Reside In Slumbers Deep Poem by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

I reside in slumbers deep
Dreams around my mind creep,
Things strange in my dreams I see
That in the woken world could not be.

The mind at rest of the world knows not its chains
Reason on creatrivity has no reins
Imagination is wild and free to fly
And weave wonders for the sleeping eye.

Alas on waking most is lost
Great is consciosness cost,
How many wonderful ideas are lost to man
Because of waking since time began?