One Winter Night

in the deep, dark night,
sitting on the chair looking out the window,
thinking about my dream.

what could see through the darkness
was only a silence.

suddenly something happened in mind.
wanted to grab a darkness.

opening the window,
a keen, dark wind rushed for my face.

“oh, don’t!”
but already in
looking around my space.

closing the window,
became calm.

at least it seemed.