I write when I dream asleep at night,
felt pen feathered candle lit site.
Dirt roads stoned as if their paved,
sword and shield both emblem engraved.
No stores distantly seen a lit,
no computed line of bytes and bits.
Horses four legged I hear their trots,
years away from hearing the gun and shots.
Dreaming sleeping at my desk at night,
perhaps it\'s of my past life I write.