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 flow away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefor 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,
Oh God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
Oh God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?


Today I received some mildly good news at work. I suppose I should say this makes me feel just slightly less dark and irritated.
Of course, a nice glass of Pinot also makes me less irritated.

I have decided that I want to learn how to cook for a more sophisticated palate. I am a decent cook and a fabulous baker. I would like to make more chef type food. First up on the list is a bernaise sauce. I have gotten the hang of hollandiase, so on to the next thing.
I have been consumed in books this week. It is a nice change of pace, and my mind feels suprisingly challenged, although the witless fiction makes me realize how empty and blaise my mind has been over the past few months.
I hate it.

And yet, I have no idea how to change it.