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 flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore 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, 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?
scared of heights,” Poe admits easily, but he’s more-or-less relaxed
now with holding onto the sleeves of Ranpo’s polo. It’s not yet
holding-hands, but Chuuya knows how to appreciate small victories.
“I’m sure Ranpo-san will be able to distract you.”
“Excuse you—I’m not a distraction, I’m the main attraction.”
stifles a laugh as the sunset’s blood-orange starts tainting the sky as
Yokohama’s buildings start to light up. “Come on, let’s get this over
with. Should we get one carriage—”
Dazai and Ranpo simultaneously stresses out. Ranpo continues: “Again,
I’ll remind you that I have eidetic memory, so I wish to spare myself of
Chuuya pays for two carriages, smiling
at the cashier even as he snarks, “If you want to miss seeing the sight
of my beautiful face in the sunset, be my guest, great detective.”
The Worldbuilders charity passed its stretch goal of a million dollars, so I lit a whole bunch of candles, put on a coat once worn by a dead brother in the Stardust movie, and I read Edgar Allan Poe’s poem THE RAVEN by candlelight. You can donate to Worldbuilders at worldbuilders.org. And you should.