Obscure, (as to meaning)
Was my least, of lucid dreams
As if my mind, forever cleaning
Preening, screams, at deafened ear
Like a slurring, drunken master
It's intentions, never clear
And so I woke into my bedroom
Wide awake and filled with fear
Perplexed, I then sat upright
Wond'ring where, my mind went wand'ring
Wond'ring why, it gave me a fright
Invites, pond'ring, in my mind
Like a coded warning message
With it's contents undefined
So I switched the nearest light switch
Taking comfort, as it shined
But then the lamp light fading
Flickered, failing into dark
Sent the shadows masquerading
Shading, sparks, that caught my eye
On a night that's falling faster
Nothing more which I could spy
So I settled back down in bed
And watched darkness pass me by
Then the dawns bright sun arose
Blinding, beaming through my curtain
Caused my eyes to weep and close
My woes, uncertain, as are unsure
What I dreamt and why it haunts me
As to meaning, they are obscure
Though the fear is just as real
As any I have felt before
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem