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My Dream Within a Dream
Written: September 11, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "I choose to hold you in my dreams, for in my dreams, you have no end" By Rumi I woke up in a sparkling tide, Where shades bloom and beliefs collide. A pain left me sad at one time, But they bawled in their glee, sublime. Stars were interwoven with doubt, Blinking: flip a trick inside out. I chased a door that had no key, It vanished when it looked at me. A child I was, anile and wise, My hands held smoke, my breath told lies. I kissed the moon, it turned to sand, Then slipped as silk from out my hand. A clock unwound its silent scream, Time is integrated with dream. I saw my face in someone's eyes— Stranger's grief, a lover's guise. Sky was ink, the sea was glass, I walked through fire — let me pass. Steps I took, the last one was gone, I ran, both firm and slow — was drawn. A plume dropped — it fluttered away, It told me things I couldn't say. I pleaded night to let me wake, But the daybreak itself was fake. You were love specter in my dreams.
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