A Dream Poem by Winston Soldevilla

I was in the midst of my deep sleep night,
A dream visited me, lingering upon my mind’s sight.
It awakened my spirit in solitude
and guided me to commune
with the mass of flesh where I should be with.

I pass through an opening with companions
Million-millions of them.
Checked points were established
as we were approaching the gate of fate.

According to nature’s rule:
“Only one should be admitted.
Except if both were qualified.”
Sometimes it reaches up to six or more.
The question with fate was I
and only I must be admitted.
Admittance was over.
Permission to proceed was with me.
This was where my dream, me, then, led.

More or less than
one thousand four hundred and forty minutes
was the traveling time
until I reached the first station.
There, I have to wait for a canoe
to bring me to the second station.

It took hundreds of days
to reach the second station.
Sometimes, in my excitement,
I kicked the canoe
and it almost capsize.
This troubled water’s serenity
where I traveled from.

Nearing destiny,
I was shattered to see myself
Thrown out to nowhere
When belching water
sank my canoe somewhere
far below where my eyes
could not almost see.

Eyes wide open, I could not.
Steadfast,
I tried to hold my breath hoping not to fall.
I clasp my hands to the wall,
feared of breaking my bones.

Suddenly!
Upside down a hole sipped me
trying to push me in.
I thought it was in.
But, it was not. It was out.

Still upside down, my position was
when I got out.
As I looked upward,
A flesh of five strips caught up my sight.
Holding mine feet with delight.
Then, I heard such glorious words from above,
“It’s a boy! It’s a boy! ”

I knew nothing, I knew nothing
of what they were saying.
Words would pass by my ears
Like a smoke that vanished so fast.
All that came out of my mouth were,
Uha! Uha! Uha! - abursting cry.

I heard it was shrill.
My ears could not tolerate.
I only noticed then,
that I was awakened
by the disturbance of my own voice.