Dream

The night,
Almost at its end

Woken up by my own cry
And remembering well
The whole story

You came to me
In that room
Telling me something
I can't recall

A strong glance
My father threw at us
No words being said
Only passing by

Outside,
The wide green field
There, you and I
Far from each other

You were white
Shirt and pants
Fancy as you were
Never I had seen

The moment came
Silver with flower
Was the ring
On your finger

Nightmare started
Tears rolled down
Words of unhappiness
Ended my own sleep