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.