The Dream

It was an astronomical night where the mice could congregate and play together,

I was sitting by a piano and looked over at a glass of red wine.

When I took a sip my mind would reminisce-

the times I spent with others,

the time I found friends,

and the fire that crackles within.

My house had big windows,

the clear night shied away from the atmosphere,

I see the snow begin to cover,

as other people huddle together,

and the mice blessed each other.

I was in robes-

and as comfortable alone,

I remember taking once more a sip of the cold-

red wine I held so dear to my chest,

and suddenly I felt unrest.

The pain was in my chest,

my heart was struggling in the cold,

I was alone but I still cried,

help would never arrive-

fell on to the piano,

playing an unsweet tone,

and with the distance of the faint fire,

I died alone.