The howl of the raging winds,
The barks of the night dogs,
When the nightmare calls to me
Arms wide open, to get a hold,
The silence after the wind stops,
The stillness of voiceless dogs,
When the nightmare loosen its grip
Hides in the bushes, away from me,
Between that inexistent border of
Dream and Reality,
Between the indistinct line of
Sanity and Insanity,
I swing like a pendulum,
Never knowing, whether I am
Living or dreaming?? Whether I am
Sane or Insane??
~~~
© Ada