When Dreaming Isn't A Dream

I heard a sound outside my window,

I peeked to see what it might be.

There in the mist, I saw them faintly,

a pair of eyes -looking at me.

*

I froze with fright, just stood there plainly,

unable to find the will to move.

I watched in horror, as it got closer,

closing my eyes to disapprove.

*

The air grew thick and still like I was,

a strange new scent hung like a veil.

Darkness began to overwhelm me,

the growls of something, come from hell.

A bead of sweat dripped off my forehead,

I swallowed hard, my throat was dry.

I felt a breath-across my shoulder,

was this the time that I would die?

*

I moved my eyes to glance behind me,

I didn’t want to move an inch.

A shadow moved across my bedroom,

I held my breath and didn’t flinch.

*

A voice like trees swaying, in a rainstorm,

whispering a secret never heard.

Told me of strange things - yet to happen,

although it never spoke a word.

My room was cold, the glass froze over,

my breath was visible to see.

I asked the shadow what he wanted,

why was he in my room with me.

*

He spoke like music, in a rhythm,

I began at once to feel at ease.

When something blew my door wide open,

and what I saw you won’t believe!

I woke and began to look around me,

I was nestled in my covers tight.

I’m not sure if I was dreaming,

I guess I’ll know for sure tonight.