Poe was onto something...

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?




As posted above was a written poem from Edgar Allen Poe, I recently stumbled upon it and thought it proper to post. As well as the poem that I have written in the beginning of my dream journal. Whenever I get a chance I'll scan in the actual writing. For a while I only wrote in green ink. But slowly I found it harder to ind it and reduced to using black and other various colors.

Morpheus, guard my

slumber, and my body

as I travel further onto

your world. Teach me my

lesson through your riddles of

visual passion. This Diary will 

write your messages faithfully

wither thy shall like it or not

wither it be sad, angry

lustful or mad, I will not

edit the dream for prying

eyes. For such is my duty

to show only what I

am shown

Morpheus, I

submit thee, 

me to you.

Tonight.