Dream

The night collapsed, like a drunk in the street,

Only the wind wailed, like a dog on a chain.

I could not feel the pavement under my feet,

I looked at the passersby with utter disdain.

There was something in this sinister gloom

That made you feel dazed and lost in the crowd,

I opened my jacket, I needed more room, -

I needed to breathe, but my lungs just gave out.

I smelled her perfume, before she appeared.

I tried to decode her mischievous smile.

Her lips, in slow motion, whispered: Come here.

I lowered my eyes like a disciplined child.

The streetlamps were on, but shone rather dimly.

The weather was cold and I started to fidget.

The mist seemed to curl, like smoke from a chimney.

I dared not to move. I stood, frozen rigid.

The grief in her eyes was a mystical riddle,

And try as I might, I just couldn’t ignore it.

A black and white photo, - the moment was brittle,

With nothing to follow, and nothing before it.