Startled,
I rose from my bed,
moved out
moved towards the front door-
yes, as I suspected
it remained half open!
I opened it in full
came out
outside it was pitch dark-
but for a few
sleepy lamp posts-
The night remained
half asleep
Retreating,
I closed the door
turned back to see
a faceless head moving
outside
about my window panes
I shouted
Who the hell outside there?
Startled,
I woke up
It was a dream
Fear or love or hatred
that lies at the bottom
of the subconscious
surface out as dreams
Do I love my door the more?
Do I fear my window the less?
A dream is a dream-
good or bad-
enjoy the better part therein!
January 7,2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem