The Meeting Nocturnal

Yes, you came last night as I had wished Normally reader, if you are after it that you desire Your soul by hook or by crook is going to be the complier When dear reader, you are lost into nothingness adrift and keep up as such Be sure what you wished, a part of your mind would, insist on piecing it together. So, exactly so it happened with me It was a charming moonlight flooding outside To my great delight a flower of that soft radiance I saw seated In my chair in front of my computer table with the room in rhythmic dance And then the flower shaping into a slim human figure looking a woman in trance I felt a mild tremor within my anatomy There were micro waves inside my hemoglobin It was not the perfumed woman I had been daydreaming Then came people walking along with the now familiar figure moving leisurely Very affectionate peaceful slender composed friendly arisen from the moonlight Initially I felt confused with the easy gait A soft and serene smile with a little bit of frivolity The head half-covered with a veil of soft and silky drape, that is, Shari Sort of gesturing with her beautiful eyes asking me to come close to her side Then confusion gave way to the joy of a child looking at his mother wide-eyed I felt exceedingly happy and kept looking at my mom I felt the hugs the scolding the tears the smiles and the flavours I wanted to rush towards her and to hug her tight as I did when a child But the film faded fast as the world was coming back with its dawning sounds mild I thanked the ruler replacing the desired woman with my mom in the colored void Amazed I could not settle for a while in the day thanks to the great Sigmund Freud