Ch36: Legend of the Poet’s Fate

Half past three o'clock at night,

I often find myself in a dream,

A dream with a mysterious figure smiling at me.

Dressed in all white, standing just across the river,

Calling out my name as a plea.

I find myself in a field of greenery,

Covered with flowers, with no one else at scene.

Behind my back I see a picture of a places,

Where I had once been.

That figure can shape-shift,

Taking the form of a child, a friend and sometimes a woman,

It always calling my name,

But, every time I try to cross the river and flea,

The dream shatters before me.

In that dream, I feel an unexpected freedom,

As if I have found what I was looking for.

I find myself at peace out there,

A feeling of divine completeness, like never before.

A long time ago, I had a dream of reckoning.

Where I was in paradise,

Holding a book of my poems.

I guess it was a dream of my destiny,

Which is why I pour my heart into my stories and poems

My senses persuade me to believe in that fate,

For I too myself, long for a poetic death.