In the drowsy dark caves of the mind

Dreams build their nest with fragments

Dropped from day’s caravan

Spring scatters the petals of flowers

That are not for the fruits of the future,

But for the moment’s whim.

From “Firefly” by Rabindranath Tagore

In my new novel ” The Stranger’s Enigma,” Dr. Daniel Brandon, the protagonist of the story, embarked on learning the nature of the world of dreams–and so did I at the same time.  Neither he nor I had any idea of what the conclusion would be. It was a tremendous surprise for both of us.  Then, looking through the literature, I tried to find a poet who might have intuited such a world.  I reviewed many poems in English and Spanish. Of course, there are quite a few good poems about dreams, most of a romantic or sentimental character. But these stanzas in the poem by Rabindranath Tagore capture some important aspects of the essence of the magnificent world of dreams.