Maybe it's all just a dream (Poem)

In the silence of the night,

Just me and the whirl of smoke,

Spiralling from a "burning stick of nonsense".

But is the night so silent?

No!

I hear a lot of sounds,

Sounds of the past, the present, the future.

Whispers of memories,

Voice of my loved one,

A soft melody of an etheral future,

Violent clatter of the past,

A cacophony of the present...

The night is dark,

It's so very dark. But oh!

What are these visions?

Castles in the air,

A barren land,

A tumultous river.

The night is so lonely,

But am I?

With all these eyes staring at me?

I'm not yet asleep,

The clock on the wall striked thrice.

Am I dreaming?

Maybe it's just a dream in a dream...

Or maybe...

It's all just a dream!