Dreams Within Dreams
Under the canopy of pine trees,
We lie watching the peaks of mountains
Crowned in white and wearing stony brown.
We take flights to majestic heights
To see views from the summits’ tops.
Dreams fulfilled, we fly back on a high
And land on the remnant of pine leaves
Where we lie, you and I, wide-awake.
Ever in the mode to propel me to 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 quit,
Forever forgiving your companion
For his shifting sights, pine tree high
Piercing the sky, and buoyantly green,
Quivering like pine branches,
Leaving him with no breathing space
To take life in slow motion and meditate,
To bring a shade of stability to his life.
You have left me high dreams to nurture.
I have bartered some for pieces of gold
But some you have treasured for me
To fall upon when inconsistency filled my life
And buds of high dreams
Started wilting before their bloom.
Then, in a soft gesture, you will open your chest
And grant me some of those jewels
Which in their flawless forms
Will glitter like shining stars.
A life's stretch is finite.
A day will come when I’ll feel fatigued.
Then, in a meditative silence, you and I,
We will lie under this canopy
And gaze at the clear blue sky.
The sky will take on a dreamy look
Embroidered with resplendent stars
To salute my companion and me, lying-in-state.
Copyright © Pramod Rastogi | Year Posted 2020
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