Your Dream Poem by Ajmer Rode

If you have forgotten
your recent dream don't worry.
I saw it with my eyes.

The figure that stood before you
with a bunch of white roses was
not me

The arm that wrapped around your waist
tenderly
was not mine

The umbrella that suddenly escaped from
your hand and disappeared in the sky
was me

leaving you free
and naked in the rain
to walk laugh run and slip before you wake.

Translated by the author