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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.

You may not believe it, but some float through life like a dream

You may not believe it, but some float through life like a dream,
Dressed in fine fabrics, like stars in the silver sky.
They taste the fruit of life, without thirst, without hunger,
Sleeping under wings of tranquility, in the palace of serene night.
Around them, time weaves like a tapestry of peace,
Family shelters them like a tree under which flowers grow.
They too have shadows of sadness, but they are fleeting,
And when they depart, it's like a feather falling in its gentle flight.
You may not believe it, but such souls exist,
I am not one of them, no, not even close.
They are there, floating in their gentle light,
I am here, on a path lost to smoke and wind.
In their world, stars whisper stories without end,
In mine, the echo of silence rings like an old bell.
They are where rivers flow without losing their call,
I am where water gathers in tears of longing.
But perhaps in this cosmic, hidden and profound dream,
Between two breaths, we will meet, shadows and light.
Maybe in this dance of destiny, we will find each other,
Like two constellations shining in the eternal sky.

My Dream Within A Dream

“Day dreams lay dead in dreams, but when life is breathed into them, they soar beyond the boundaries of success.”
— Poet
  My dream is to be great in life,
 That all I touch shall turn to gold,
 And melt like butter on hot knife.
 Thus my reward shall be tenfold,
   Full of thriving, less of strife,
Grow finer, like a wine brewed old~
  That buds find its rhythm in fife,
      A belief I hold in heart bold.

         So surprising it becomes,
When I dreamt this dream in dreams,
   And dance to its beats on drums,
 Then its true essence truly gleams,
     And its true purpose it sums.
    Its starkness guided by beams,
As if life's dreams are like ripe plums,
   That come as easy as they seem,
    Such that to no loss it succumbs.

   True dreams are fulfilled in sleeps,
   And not drowned in dwams' dams,
      Where doubt constantly creeps,
   To make dreams appear as shams,
         Yet my life-dream still peeps
      Through this life's tangled jams,
           To a place no one weeps,
       And free from dreams' logjams.

My Dream Within A Dream

Wondrous stars inhabit our dreams
    falling Earth-bound ablaze
to fill me with embers of you
rising in the beauty I see
like the breathless sunsets we'll find
that touches our eyes while in love
where our dreams begin to beckon
speaking quietly to our souls

Seeking the gems of wondrous stars
to light the journey of our dreams
    So we may find wonder
    and cross the universe
    of our trembling warm hearts
where love's unwound thread is woven
    into a tapestry
    of serenity found

Where every kiss becomes a dream
    that hungers forever
till the dawn of our horizon
shares our dreamer's dream of bonding
and a timeless rhapsody stays
in the restless nights of yearning
where we'll pluck the fruit of our dreams
When my heartbeat calls out to you
and our dreams of rapture are found

My Dream Within A Dream

 ~ In the back of my mind, in a filing cabinet, I hold my dreams...
                                     sealed until my death ~ quote by poet


  Dreams are as golden seeds
  a source of reflection
      It is incredibly
      liberating to escape
      from the reality
  Fly with your imagination
  stimulate human growth
     in a safe atmosphere

  A fragrance of a dream
    even in a waking state
  I plant dream seeds for joy
          as far as possible
  The ability to daydream
  My previous life story
  with different approaches
        deep or superficial
  with roots in life situation

  The future of the past
    with airy butterfly wings
  I'm protecting my dreams
  they can disappear in a flash
        My dream is still alive
    deeply rooted in the heart
        Locked in my diary
           you will never find the key

My Dream Within A Dream

“In the mystical domain of dream,  
lingering longing returns in a spell” – By poet  


The night you left with my heart
the gloomy sky fell with my tears.
I saw your sodden silhouette 
slowly disappear in haze wet.
Memory strands entwined the scene, 
weaved tapestry of frail fabric
of my lost love, designing  
the lattice of your subtle grace. 

Your essence remained with me 
as sequins in my dismal mind,
having a strange habit 
of making dreams that seemed real.
One night my drooping eyes, 
hovering at the fringe of sleep, 
saw you return the way you went, 
made my mute heart fervent again.

In the dark night, drenched by rain, 
I opened the door in a trance,
went out to let you in 
the way I did so many times. 
Struck by the splash of cold drizzle,
I sleepwalked all the way
to stand dazed in your shadow
that shaped you as my lost dream 
I saw enticed within a dream.

My Dream Within A Dream

You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on. Dean Martin 

My heart echoes a steady beat.
     I lie on a hard bed
     in perfect penumbra.
The soft sound seems to echo
from a plastic machine.
It beats steadily but slowly.
          A nurse comes in and, with a torch,
          examines the room thoroughly.

Suddenly, the heart beat stopped.
I lie in the dark on my bed,
consumed by fear. I feel stiff.
          No heart beats, no life, just pure fear.
I cannot rise from the bed.
Two men come in and drag a bed
out of the room. A nurse comes in.
     You will soon be fine—just a fall.
     Tomorrow you can go home.

Best drink some tea with cinnamon.
          You must have drunk a whole bottle!
     And get up from that sofa,
it's not for you, rest somewhere else.
Oh, a cop has a notice
          Seems you must go to court.
Don't ask where your bottle is.
Someone stole it and disappeared.

My Dream Within A Dream

She passed away one day-
     my dearest Mom, too soon, so young.
        I felt sad and alone;
so much unsaid, so much undone. 
I begged God, tell me, please
     if she was there with Him
         in Heaven, with no pain;
in Heaven, smiling down on me.

This was the only wish
     I carried in my broken heart
        dreaming of an answer.
With hopeful thinking and prayer,
I begged, “Dear God, please let me know.”
     And so, as time went by,
        this sole wish became the daydream-
that filled my waking day.

Slowly, some weeks went by
     remembering the happy times
        tucked deep within my heart.
But then, she came to me-
sat close to me upon my bed!
     Arms outstretched, with a smile-
        and magic words, “I am okay!"
Thank you, dear God, for granting me- 
        My dream within a dream!

My Dream Within A Dream

"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men." ~ The Bible, Gospel of Luke 2:14

"...peace on earth, goodwill toward men" ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from the poem, Christmas Bells

and later put to a melody as the song "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" recorded by Bing Crosby, Johnny Cash, and others. 

Once thoughts inside a poet's head,
an uninspired conscious thread,
they are now this poem instead,
one you might regret you read -
but can I call it a dream?

Poets with no poem, it seems,
cannot place dreams within dreams.
I generate no conscious streams.
A silent voice in my brain screams,
"what happened to my muse?"

I'm your muse, but I've run dry
Do you know the reason "why"?
No matter how hard I try,
I can only sit and sigh,
inundated by the news.

Yes, inundated by the news - 
if you were walking in my shoes,
I think you, too, would have the blues.
So, here's the inner dream I choose -
if you can believe it.

Poet, this is your muse, come in.
Shut out all the noise and din,
Here's your message without spin.
Your dream is these words herein,
 - "Peace on earth, goodwill toward men."

My Dream Within A Dream

By Poet "Our memories fill yesterday. Today our dreams will fill tomorrow."

Will my dream be here tomorrow?
A cool breeze does softy blow,
over me as if I will know.
Into deeper sleep I must go,
what will my dream now show?
I am still from head to toe,
feeling like I am aglow.
Another world I will go.

Within a dream what will I see?
A huge yellow bumble bee,
she was eating crackers and brie.
From this dream I want to flee,
please oh - please set me free.
My bed is now wet - I did pee,
let me out I will plea.
Now awake one, two, three.

My dream within a dream,
was it just too extreme?
It made me pee then scream,
what a very wild dream theme.
The bee rode a leaf downstream,
what a weird bee daydream.
Through the trees I saw a sunbeam,
the bright light looks like ice cream.
Now waking up with self esteem.

My Dream Within A Dream

I wake up in my dream,
aware that I'm still entombed,
    in lucidity's mask,
with the veil of reality
  unraveling as I reach out.
Each awakening peels back,
another dream layered within.
  Worlds within worlds unfold.
Who and where I am are juggled,
    as shiny spheres tossed up down.

Who's in charge of what I see?
     Is it me dreaming a dreamer?
Or the dreamer dreaming of me?
 Am I my own cast dark shadow?
       Am I what mirrors cannot see?
 Which side is looking within?

Dream upon dream, flitting,
like a butterfly hovering
   between sources for nectar
   from many flowers, many worlds
 betwixt real and make-believe
 between sleeping and waking up.
What remains in dream of dreaming
  is to soar with Icarus's wings
    to the brink, to sip from the Sun.

MY DREAM WITHIN A DREAM

MY DREAM WITHIN A DREAM
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untethered, silver cord, unseen,
no gravity holding me down~
released into the velvet night,
wisp of smoke above sleeping earth.
I drift and ascend
earth, a swirling blue marble,
mottled canvas of greens and browns
below, my life, a minute play.
houses shrink to scattered dice
cars like ants on endless trails
lives lived at frantic pace
tiny figures moving,
unaware of my drifting gaze.

ethereal realm reveals…what?
death or a simple shedding,
peeling away of earthly skin
leaving only the soul? 
is this the space between thoughts?
is this waking or, deeper yet,
a Russian doll of verity?

search for hand to pull me back.
listen for voice to call my name.
find only loneliness.
is this drifting the only truth:
life is a dream dreamt while dreaming.

My Dream Within a Dream

The dream stays with her when she wakes
from a contented sleep,
the eye of new day promises~
          love and joy with laughter anew,
          like flowers blooming in roadside
          gardens across the bridge
          to where she longs to be

away from darkness that shadows
and hides her dream of soaring
          above the firmament,
          above the elements,
          above the hopelessness that keeps
her snared like an old woman
biding until the curtain drops
to hide the stage and stop

her dream within a dream~
yesterday was full of lessons,
tomorrow is a vague unease
of unknown drama coming near,
          today it is enough to wake
          from a contended sleep
          and see the eye of promise,
and flowers blooming in roadside
gardens across the bridge
to where she longs to be.

My Dream Within A Dream

There are dreams, unsought dreams, dreams fulfilled;
Why cherry pick - adventure is knocking at the door.
—by Poet

My Dream Within A Dream

they marched back into my life
          was this the afterlife
the family of his wife
     this was not his fantasy life
     but that was a smile on his wife

     to go forth from safe place called home
     across ocean’s deep, I did roam
          a dream to kick up foam
     make a family of our own
be fruitful with seeds sown
          and to grow a backbone
     but still I missed my mom and dad
before I had writing pad
     a Navy adventure I had
          unsought dream that I had

putting your hand in God’s hand
hear music, strike up the band
     where you put your feet is God’s land
          a steady flow of dreams
He heard my heart song, it seems
     long time before that, poetry -
          a window, by the sea
wearing a Renaissance blouse
          before I had a spouse
     for true blue lit up my lighthouse

My dream within a dream

surfing the bardo in deep trance
before me appeared the goat head
I glanced at Baphomet askance
afraid to be by his hand led
as he pointed out at five gates
where dreams within dreams hypnotise
domains where dark desire checkmates
our soul’s light which first ebbs then dies

on waking up from this dark dream
a line of thought occurred to me
on what if life is a thought stream
for here too soul’s light I don’t see
so deepening contemplation 
I paused in the vast vibrant void
poised therein in thought cessation
whence I saw soul’s light unalloyed

as pure awareness self-aware
drenched in bliss mists feeling complete
in a realm outside time and space 
I remained still there as a dare
aligned with love’s sublime bliss beat
whence beholding clearly God’s face
with His heartbeat I chose to pair
exchanging a playful love tweet
entwined with Him in close embrace

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