The irate bull

That occasionally

Shows up in a scene

Of a twisted dream,

Doesn’t charge towards me

Anymore.

 

An old, familiar house

That had granted no entries,

Is tonight welcoming me

With wide open door.

 

All the forgotten memories

Begin surfacing up

Without disturbances.

 

I no longer

Hear the dreadful

Sirens of an unexpectedly

Nearing ambulance.

 

I see filmy landscapes,

Immaculate cityscapes,

And witness some

Mind-boggling

Escapes.

 

I’m sometimes engagingly

Watching a melodrama

Unravel between the

Red-velvet drapes;

Applauding at the end

Of every take.

 

Nothing intervenes

My night sleep;

Eyes don’t

Open in between,

And the heart

Doesn’t scream,

 

I’m sure

Something enigmatic

Has gathered access

To my dreams.