Woman In My Dream

Deep in the hearth of night,
Awakened by ululations of ghosts.
Curtains swaying,
Dancing the dance of the spirits.
Window panes clattering softly in the night breeze,
Gossiping of the evils men do at night.
Making small talks of the nightly pestillence.
Terrified and shaken, arose I.
Now, sitting up on the stairs,
Unseeing eyes gazing at the ceiling boards,
Right chin stationed on right palm,
Nibbling on a piece of my mind.
Then, came my surreal visitor,as always.
My eyes were shut tight for fear
But I could see her,
Clad in white,
Head to feet
In a motherly stance.
Telling tales of man’s fallibility,
Insincerity, infidelity.
Of how man, seed of another man,
Assails fellow man.
Tales of promises broken,
Trusts betrayed,
And of hopes not yet dashed.
My eyes flutter open,
But I see no one,
Only a shadow, trotting away,
Umbra to penumbra,
Then, nothing.
Departure as gentle as silence,
Woman in my dreams,
Gone with the wind

from Ebo Flora ( a student of Imo state University)