The Tale Of My Dreams Poem by Rahman Henry

One day, I must tell you the tale of my dreams
I used to dream repeatedly in the days of
Every February and March and recall them
Once again in every October nights,
Where I saw:

On the eve of arriving morn, the night
Jumped into a nearby woods;

Reformed to a river that ran through the trees
Reformed to a spirit that gave life to the wind
Reformed to a sound that became the birds’ song
Reformed a rabbit that slept in a mole
Reformed a butterfly that flew away towards unknown
Built a hut in forest that waited for the moment, when

The day would be dissolved behind the medium hills;
Then gradually she started crapping towards my home.

The bun of that night was as dark as that of yours