Dream

Foreword: All of us have dreams from time to time. I've them almost every night. But really vivid ones I haven't had in a while. "Vivid" meaning those with images fixated in your head, never growing fuzzy even after a few hours. Hence composed a poem to honor this dream I had early this morning.. As of now, it's been officially in my head for a kewl 6 hours!

a live band plays
an al fresco deco of wood benches and tables
surrounded by shophouses full of color and character
tealights in glass holders
their glow penetrating
warming the faces of the young couple.
they laughed, they chatted
harmonious with the music, good wine and smokes
two faces aglow with warmth
is it love? or just the candle's bestow?
Girl feels deja vu, as she looks at Boy
'yes, i've been here before...'
the words, the topics, the music seemed all too familiar.
'Time has unwound herself for me!', she thought happily.
but beauty is short-lived, she soon found out
the music turned softer,
his voice muffled,
the shophouses grew hazy,
his profile disappearing...
she tried to shout but no voice came out
she tried to catch hold of something but nothing her fingers felt
Spiralling into endless abyss... clinging onto emptiness and
the bedroom ceiling is all that she sees.