Dreams within dreams

'Under the canopy of the pine trees, we lay' Watching the peaks of mountains high Crowned in white and wearing stony brown, We take flights to majestic heights To take views from the summit tops, and Dreams fulfilled we fly back on a high And land on the duff remnant of pine leaves Where we lay, you, and me wide-awake. Ever in the mode to propel me fly You are my dream-drive, in blossom, Residing in the warmth of my bosom In a niche that you have dug deep And which you have never ever quit Forever forgiving your companion For his shifting sights pine tree high Piercing the sky, and lush buoyant, quivering Like branches sprawling of pine evergreen Leaving him with no breathing space To take life in slow motion and meditate To bring a shade of stability to his life. Dream high you have left me to nurture, Bartered I have some for pieces of gold But some treasured you have for me To fall upon when inconsistency fills my life And buds of high dreams Start wilting before their bloom, Then in a gesture soft, you will open your chest And grant me some of those jewels Which in their forms artistic flawlessly fine 'll glitter like shining stars. A life's stretch is finite A day will come I'll feel fatigued, When in silence meditative, you and me, We will lie under this canopy And gaze at the clear blue sky, The sky will take on a fabric look Embroidered with shining stars resplendent To salute my companion and me lying-in-state. Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay - from the poem 'Under the canopy of pine trees'