THE VISION

What do Napoleon, Beethoven and Cleopatra have in common?
Why do their faces showed up in the middle of the night without invitation
Why does the great Alexander stare at me
And Shakespeare keeps acting like it is all part of his play
While Cervantes points to a blank paper that awaits my writing
I moved you, asleep as you were, beside me
I slowly uncovered my naked body
And while I got out of the bed I stepped over the dog
Who bites my arm softly, as a reminder that he sleeps there
Then I walk out of the bedroom, close the door behind me
And go into the dark with bright eyes
Like a cat, I like to walk the hallway in the night
I have the strange feeling I can see without even opening my eyes
I want to write about my vision before I forget the ghosts’ message
I know I will fall asleep and I won’t remember a thing tomorrow
But I’m tired and you are sleeping
I don’t want to wake you
I’d better stay in bed, I decided
A long day awaits me tomorrow and I’m tired
Napoleon, Beethoven and Cleopatra are leaving, looking at each other
With great frustration they shake hands
Alexander The Great was already gone
Shakespeare and Cervantes pick up their books and papers
They also leave without looking back
And i finally fall asleep beside your naked body
Knowing that I won’t remember a thing tomorrow
And that the message, whatever it was, will be gone forever.