On Dreaming

I often wonder with a grin
What imagery my dreams might show:
I blanket deep, pull covers in,
And ponder how my dreams will go ...

For in the haunt of last night's tale
A dreadful cavern opened wide,
And in a frenzy dogs of hell
Were barking savagely inside.

The night before a citrus-breeze
Swept softly through a perfumed glade
Where goddesses sang songs of ease
As I indulged a Willow's shade.

In yet another dream I slept
And dreamed a dream within a dream,
And when I 'woke' I strangely wept,
As nothing seemed as it should seem.

I even dreamed of you, dear friend—
Two poets meeting at the mall.
You shared a line of verse you penned
Which read: "I seldom dream at all" ...

Oh, would that I could dreamless sleep
Untouched by random ills and bliss,
And enter into ever deep
Your tranquil state of dreamlessness.

For here in slumber now I lie,
And wonder what my dreams will be.
Perhaps I'll dream that you and I
Will meet and read more poetry.