The Man In White Poem by Anastasia Podareva

This night is endless,
I have the same dream.
There's a man in white,
Emerged in my dreams.
Like the Deja vu,
Watching me over,
I can feel it,
That whiff of fragrances.

Igneous light of the moon
Between the silver screens,
It's just like,
An endless swing.
Those stars are above,
Touching my face softly,
Oh who is it?
And who can gift me the scenes?

Still like living a dream,
But no knows and meaningful reasons.
That man in white,
Who just touched my heart always,
Bring the pasts,
Which drifts by,
Is there a chance to meet him again?
To renew the eternal joys.

And tonight,
Reminds me of it,
That the dream is like a piece of leave, dispersed away.
It's hidden back already,
The familiar veins on the edge of a sleep.
The man in white,
Woke me up from this dream,
Don't just enjoy a naughty hiding alone,
without any spices.