Strange Dream Poem by David Wheeldon

As i woke i knew then something was not right
my eyes were heavy and sour to the touch
was that dream real,
Déjà vu is the only way i can explain
anything else would sound quite insane,
I could not move for my body had froze
like an abstract picture of a rose in pose,
i wanted to shout out but my words were garbled
the only sound that sang through the stillness
was that of the blackbird in the distance,
slowly my eyes closed again and then,
I sat up quick gasping for air
just then i realized the dream
was only a dream
for now i had only just woken
Or had i.
david wheeldon