Energy of cosmos

Last night as smoke rose
into the dim night
I lay awake
eyes closed
but holding onto something in my mind.

Or was it in the
night sky
you know the stars look like your eyes.

Staring further into darkness
the blankets of
our atmosphere
were warm with passion
like petals pressed on skin
and
far away I fell into a dream.

In the morning as
I lay awake
the cosmos rushed through me.

Somehow inside myself
I wished to see
what I cannot see
outside
but tell me what can you see
with eyes closed?

Waking up the pillow
in the morning
next to me
was warm and smelled
like flowers
I have neither smelled nor ever seen.

Was that a dream within a dream?  Meta-poetry?