If There Is Something More (Wreathed Quatrains) (In Answer To Edgar Allan Poe)

If all we are, see or may deem to be
is free like drops of sand on the beach
and in each there is no constancy
in fancy for something more we reach,

what we teach are trifle roles that are set
even if we have met, we are just on a stage
where we wage just on chance a mere bet,
where what we get, destiny gives with rage

in every age we are just actors in a dream,
like a stream where happiness is swept away
and every day nothing is as it seem
even if we deem, nothing is set to stay;

be that as it may, we know how life is,
we enjoy a kiss and passionate feelings
we are healing in happy human bliss,
more than this we are not away reeling;

even in the sting of life we are safe,
even in if grave situations does insist,
we do persist against the decimating wave,
oblivion's rave, we do in God's hand exist.

[Reference: 'A dream within a dream' by Edgar Allan Poe.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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