Gleaming eyes shining green
Long ***** hair unkempt but moving
As teemed with life in each strand
Flowing yellow transparent chiffon, **** or sari?
You advance, i retreat
Step by step, it’s appears a dance
Even though pitch dark
Your luminosity lights our path
Oh ****, i hit a wall, no opening, too high to climb
i kick and scream but not even echoes sound
You’re gruesome self, nearing, i scream and cower
I pass out?
I’m in my room in a corner by the closet
Parents hovering, wondering, asking together
Me - it was a dream...
No, impossible, so lucid, vivid
The lady, the green eyes, the moving strands of hair
I was dreaming?
mmmm....