As I sleep, I see
a night full of bright stars,
a mesmerizing constellation,
a sky full of euphoric eruption;
and I hear a heavely roar
followed by a thunder,
a lightning bolt, a soft
or a rough rain falling,
f a l l i n g,
slapping the tin roofs,
or penetrating the straw huts.
I walk on dried leaves, termites, wild rats,
and I escape from hyenas.
A creepy scene: Snakes … Frogs … Water Lilies.
Or lovely girls.
Rooster calls. Dogs bark.
Some women in black.
They beautifully talk as they elegantly walk.
Small town. Azan. Church bells.
Or strobe lights, bling blings,
Western spirits, cigarette butts,
Sagging pants and miniskirts.
Loose boys, loose girls,
And chicken fights.
Laughter of bar ladies.
Poor waitress cries.
Or simply a silence.
No starving images, or darkness
as one probably expects.
But an enjoyable journey to the universe
with mom’s favorite: That Beautiful Lady, Our Adbar;
or with dad’s Eureka! moment: An Endless River
Back to planet earth, to sweetheart.
Or no dream at all. Thanks sour throat!