Vague Dream

Vague Dream

By: Duane Kirby P. Medico

The bright smiling moon now rose

 And the dusty windows were closed

I’m on a bed preparing to doze

Hearing noises of closing doors.

So I slowly closed my eyes

Hoping my awaited dream to be nice

I asked: What’s in for this night?

And hoped that it’ll give me delight.

Then suddenly I found myself walking

And all I see is something black coming

But all I know is I’m dreaming

So, what will this dream bring?

What does this thing mean?

It appears to be uncertain

It’s as if I’m having a horrible dream

Oh, I badly want to scream.

I touched the thing hued black

Then suddenly a pair of wings grew on my back

But I was awakened by the cock

And found a feather on my back.