LAST NIGHT

LAST NIGHT

Last night was a strange night

In my dreams I stood at a tower  with great height;

It was a dream no more than a nightmare

It was a dream of enjoying the fresh air.

Over my head was the endless sky

Complemented by the birds that flew high;

I knew it was past twelve

I was supposed to read the books lying on the shelf

Under my feet was the devastating land

The waters of the beach were hitting the sand;

Only the moon’s light was visible

Which shone at each place which was possible?  

It was the strangest night I had ever seen

No shouts on the streets could reach my ear;

The streetlights shone brightly on the streets  

The bus stop was lonely with empty seats.

Chilling cold wind pierced through the window

It awoke me from my deep, sweet sleep;

I was amazed at my thought and said to myself 

"Could I really believe that it was the noisy world in which I live?”