A Dream Within A Dream

I’ve dreamed a life but did not live,
The life that God to me did give.
And now I gaze to distant sky—
Painted horizon where dreams still fly—
Above these staggered steps I take,
And from this dream I will not wake,
I will not stray from visions sewn,
Upon this distant sky I’ve known.
But should tomorrow in time dawn,
Interrupt this dream I’ve drawn,
I’ll shield my eyes from piercing light,
And rush unto the distant night,
Where my life does sometimes seem,
To be a dream within a dream.

Jack Larimore © 2006