To You

In the night

Sweet are the dreams He

Bestows upon your troubled brow

Each one designed for you to play with in your dreamscape

While your conscience is accosted in the outside world

He shares with you the delights of

Peace, serenity

And the Moon





Copyright © JRFC August 2019
Image from the Artwork of Johanna Ost

My Special Guest Tonight is…

Edgar Allan Poe and A Dream Within a Dream

I’m back to the grind stone tomorrow so I thought I’d add a last post, and when I say last I only mean for a few days. So I thought I’d give my mind a rest and ask one of my favourites to do the honours.

Yes, he’s back again. I do like EAP. He has been my special guest before when I posted one of my favourite poems of his, ‘The Raven’.

According to Wikipedia, this ‘poem dramatises a confusion in watching the important things in life slip away. Realising he cannot hold on to even one grain of sand leads to his final question that all things are a dream.’

For me it’s as simple as a dream being remembered and writing on a page. Lucid, surreal, fantastic and a little sad.

Hope you enjoy.

A Dream within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow —

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.


I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand —

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep — while I weep!

O God! Can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?