Sensational
Dreamed me in plane
Not knowing why, to where!
It could be a vision
Or Freud, his science.
Whatever, whichever
We had soared into air.
Since I was an airman
My ears can detect
Simplest problem!
Heard click to our right
And of course, I was right.
Soon we hung in the air
Flying on one side.
As expert in flights
Best is to stay calm.
Of danger didn't talk
With any passenger.
"Be joker, pretend, "
Repeated to myself.
Finally, we landed
On a roof, not runway.
Crew door was opened
Saw young man in tear
When removing a dead
Child, from small chair.
The pilot must have been
Loving one, and caring
To turn off right engine
Crash land for helping
A father with dead child.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perhaps it's precognition.