Merely A Dream

So close is the time of a peaceful sleep, A new white dress, The smell of camphor, A dark corner, Whereat one cannot move, Although too dark, Still he sees, He can listen to, He can sleep and dream, Being romantic by nature, What else he can dream? A fairy is it, Like Florence Nightingale, A lamp in her hand, The prisoner needed her, She came to heal, The wounds of heart, Injured in a war of love, The war that is still on, But a soldier of love, Is now a prisoner! How long in prison, Till the day of judgment, When hate will surrender, With no conditions, And the victorious king of love, Will decorate the prisoner, With eternal medal, Not worried for the medal, Loneliness is the fear, He asks the fairy, Your beauty! Your sweetness! Can’t you remain with me? Till the day of judgment. Yes, she said. He slept peacefully, With tears in her eyes, She moved to the next prisoner.