A dark night.

There is no moon.

The stars do not shine.

And the dreams,

those constant dreams

that come at night

and show me things

that are to come...

Those constant dreams

come again tonight

and I toss in my bed,

willing them to disappear.

What if I don't want to see the future?


a/n: There will be a followup poem to this... Because what the dreams have been taunting me with happened the other day... Too bad it was only a joke. .