A Dream Poem by Oscar Dhonesquil Esquilona

My eyes are blurred by cotton of clouds
I'm wondering in a world that is unreal
My mind is hovering over a valley of nowhere
There is a void room with ancient design
And I picture out an image of a maiden, fair and fine

I see her takes, at a time, a graceful pace
But vague is my vision of her shining face
I know I've never seen her yet before
And at this moment her presence I can’t ignore

The moment her voice touches my senses
What marvels have I felt at once!
Strange is this that my heart rapidly pulses
As she unveils the figure of her countenance

But then I fall back down on my bed
And realize that no one’s there in sight
The room is dim and shaded
I have had a dream this night

How that strange scene makes me sick
My heart is throbbing with this affection I keep
Like a candle with fire consuming its wick
This love is fruit of a deep sleep.

Now I stand in this ground at present
Taking a deep breath to ease this strained condition
That dream resembles with my heart’s content
That I can’t express, but keep this feeling of affection.