A Dream within a Dream

Edgar Allen Poe wrote in 1827 :

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,

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?

Things come and go so quickly; life is like a dream. It tends to be the good things that go to quickly, like a good dream. While the things that we wish would just go away are like nightmares that come back to haunt you...Sometimes even haunting you in your wakeful hours...