The Dream
The Dream
The night was dark and dead
I wasn't sleepy but lay in bed
Don't know what made me sleep
But the dream...
The dream woke me up
Was it a dream or reality?
I don't know
But I heard it
The melodious song;
Came from the courtyard perhaps
The language was unearthly
But meseems, attached to
I thought, I always knew,
Knew the song, knew the voice
I woke and opened...
The jammed window
To find nothing!
But the shivering trees, standing alone
The voice gone
The sweet little song gone!!
I couldn't help but cried
The voice cried with me
I was thrilled
Thank God! It wasn't gone
I laughed happily, and
And! The voice laughed too
It again started the song
With me following the tune
Suddenly the song stopped.
I called and called
Just for no response
I opened the door and called
But...but all in vain
Why the hell I can't have
The same dream every night?
I wonder...
Just for the sake of my happiness
Will ever the voice return?
Will the sweet little song
Be ever heard again?
Will it!?!