This is the dream I dreamed.
He was sitting far from me, with his naked feet on the chair. I could see his slim figure, but I could not recognize his face.
I said quietly that someone was going to die. A shadow slipped by his eyes, quickly, without traces.
He kept silence.
I said once again, lightly but clearly, that someone was going to die. I knew he began to believe it.
He looked into my eyes and asked me plainly if there was someone going to die. I said yes and looked back to him.
His eyes were charming, deep as the night with dark rings under long lashes. I saw sigh in his eyes.
Still he said nothing. Then I spoke again.
“If he dies, please don’t be sorrow for him. Bury him. Dig a grave in the wild field. Put a crown of thorn as a tombstone. Then wait there. By and by he will come to see you. ”
He asked me when.
“The sun rises. And the sun sets. And the sun rises and sets…When the red sun rises in the east and sets in the west…Then he will come back. ”
He nodded.
He looked like an angel in the silver moonlight. He breathed tenderly.
He promised to wait for Light. I could see no hatred.
Then I waked up suddenly, weeping in the night.
He was sitting far from me, with his naked feet on the chair. I could see his slim figure, but I could not recognize his face.
I said quietly that someone was going to die. A shadow slipped by his eyes, quickly, without traces.
He kept silence.
I said once again, lightly but clearly, that someone was going to die. I knew he began to believe it.
He looked into my eyes and asked me plainly if there was someone going to die. I said yes and looked back to him.
His eyes were charming, deep as the night with dark rings under long lashes. I saw sigh in his eyes.
Still he said nothing. Then I spoke again.
“If he dies, please don’t be sorrow for him. Bury him. Dig a grave in the wild field. Put a crown of thorn as a tombstone. Then wait there. By and by he will come to see you. ”
He asked me when.
“The sun rises. And the sun sets. And the sun rises and sets…When the red sun rises in the east and sets in the west…Then he will come back. ”
He nodded.
He looked like an angel in the silver moonlight. He breathed tenderly.
He promised to wait for Light. I could see no hatred.
Then I waked up suddenly, weeping in the night.
