A Dream Within A Dream Within A Dream... Nighttime Reveries And Reflections Poem by John S

🌜🌜As daylight retires with sunset fires, starlight inspires reveries sweet,
as the nighttime transpires, the earth attires in a dark mist, so gently afar I drift, journeying into deep sleep🌜🌜🌛🌛
🌙Mired in murky thoughts, My soul they coldly accost, but my bed is warm and soft, so softly and serenely I drift off, and lazily lift off to the land of the lost - with laser Precision my decision is to enter the realm of involuntary vision!
🌙🌙Silently, I sleep soundly, surreptitiously, My dreams have found me, tonight they astound me, sounding resounding, in sweet reveries I'm drowning, dreams at times unclear but clearly confounding.
- -unbounded I venture forth- -

☯I can hear the unmanifested, timeless hum, as The waves of my subconscious beat like a drum.
- - - - - - - - - - Gently yet unrelenting- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ever-present, Ever-long - - - - - - - - - - - - -

⏰📞Drearily to daytime, mundane tasks we're indentured, so merrily off to dreamland I venture, hoping they'll render a nocturnal adventure...🐲
🎭Alas, I bask in the time when I can remove my superficial and illusory mask, forget the future, present and past, and drink from the flask of the eternal...
🌝so I laugh and I weep, I count sheep to fall asleep as I descend the slope steep to the depths of the deep. But that deep is steeped in questions with answers incomplete,
and as I sleep those questions continually heap...
What Dreams do I reap?
And what do these dreams mean? Subtle symbology, my own personal mythology? Are my dream's responsive to humanity's collective conscious?
👁Or are they solely a collection of my deepest personal affection, my verbal inflection, a reflection of my hopes and fear, my aspirations sincere,
A remembrance of the good times full of cheer, a dawdling through the bad times drowned in drear🎭
...the emotional realm can overwhelm the executive helm...

- Perpetually Gleaning the meaning of my dreaming-
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Are they witch's curses, galactic verses, a maiden's stitching, a shaman's bewitching,
I must trust that the galaxies shine within us,
stellar cores erupt with gust, sprinkling our dreams with celestial stardust🔥
... 🌟and melt away the rust and dismay, shine hope into the light of the common day...🌟

What do my dreams have in store as I snore evermore?

My mental machinery produces a surreal scenery, Impressionistic imagery, automatically cinematic and ecstatic, my mental attic is vivid and dramatic (although at times erratic and enigmatic)

...Happy I am about the life I'm given, so I dance a lunar tango with my circadian rhythm...

Daily tasks delegate, waking thoughts relegate, boss's busily mediate, the dreary daytime aggravates and agitates with multitudinous menial mandates...
O Sunlight Abate, it's Nighttime I await! My menial fate I Escape whilst I navigate mine nocturnal dreamscape.
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...sleep sedates, dreams inundate through the dusky, midnight floodgates...

🌞As the sunrises A thought doth arise:
Is the sunlight's steady shower, my every waking hour and all that I see or seem, but a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream?
- Then what is the meaning of all this dreaming? -

Love and hate, pleasure and pain, are the waking world and the dream world one and
the same?
...Birth and death, our first and last breath,
Seeking knowledge is an eternal quest....
Why are we here what happens when we die? these questions arise in my mind's eye
....perhaps tomorrow nights dreaming, gleaning tomorrows spectral screening, will add another measure of meaning
||| And will shine the light of knowledge upon these questions so shrouded in darkness...|||
I'll snore evermore as the moonbeams silently stream upon my dream within a dream - within a dream - within a dream - within a dream -
🌑🌘🌗🌖🌕🌔🌗🌘🌑