Cold Cold Night

I slept but fitfully because my nerves won’t relax,
I walked to my bedroom window and was met by birds chirping frenetically,
White as snow, the moon had risen to its zenith,
And the balmy air smelled sweetness of yellow jasmine petals,
But it didn’t possess a modicum of grace or nobility

In my groggy-drained state I idled futilely in my window,
I could kiss anyone who would chase this night away and bring another night,
Why was I feeling this way? Why did I feel this insistent presence?
A powerful presence seemed to be taking over the air around me,
I could smell the glint of pleasure and cruelty from the darkened presence

I tried to shake off the weird fear that was creeping all over me,
Maybe it was just sheer and plain panic that caused my fears,
But that thought was plagued by doubts that seemed to come from deep within,
Because that feeling was more unspeakable than the fear that glossed me,
I had a moment of intense rage against that invincible yet powerful presence

My heart seemed to throb so loudly inside my head,
And I was now struggling to catch my breath that came with acrid-smelling sweat,
It was as if that powerful presence had sucked oxygen from the air around me,
My head swirled with brutal light from my night stand,
Damn! I had been dreaming again! But this time so vivid as if it was real!

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