Am I Dreaming Of Summer Or The Cold Night Of December? Poem by Avery Eglantine

The growing thrill deep within
which hither in mine soul reigns
Is like a sparkling bubble of dynamite
Ready to explode in due ignite!

As I close the lid of my eye,
as if I was about to die;
that all by which occured and occurs
are dreams of everlasting curse

As if there was a dream of dreams which detained me dreaming!
That the conscious me is stuck betwixt the loop of dreams- unending!

I slept and felt and exclaimed: I have finally awaken!
And thought: the world I left was the world of sleeping!
But then I opened mine eyes and realized I was dreaming whilst dreaming of living.

It's escaping to a place one summer
And tried; the past not to remember
Then return one night of cold December
And seek for the truth: am I dreaming of summer or the cold night of december?