THE DREAM
Believe me this was true last night,
Tho' it's false to-day,
It was some kind of fear brought to my own sight.
I'll still say though it was a dream, yet still I was in fright
A fair dream to my bed flew,
Such a crowd of white spirit folks that stirred,
Jested and fluttered on me
Me alone of all that band,
Calm and silent, spoke no words.
Was chocked with fear like the knocking of death at my door,
Why will I have to come through all this, I sat on the floor,
Wonder of the only one place that was never in my heart.
And their hands one moment swings,
Sought the looks on my face,
How did they know my place?
Their eyes were bright as the sun and flashed mine.
I knew I committed a crime.
On from dream to dream I passed
Mountain, forest and animals was cast,
Mystic radiance o'er the last
When I woke up the pale night was cold
Held to my pillows, firm and on my bed I fold
Still with no words to say,
And this time, I couldn't let the clock tick without me not praying,
All about my bed,
Tender shade of twilight gloom
The fair dream hovered round me
To my thought like a fainted perfume,
I did prefer to spend my night on the couch onward
And to the void flask, I dreamt again.
By - JOSEPH M. T MUSA JR
(MTJ)
