She Saw a Nightmare

When she woke, she was crying,

saying that she saw me dead in her

nightmare. Has that no reality?

She recalled the big hall with the people,

she said that they’ve gathered to die

in that hall, she didn’t remember some

happenings, she told me that she saw

the millions of wallets on the floor

with my name-symbols on each of them,

as if there were tickets to the other worlds.

As I know crying in a dream means happiness,

she said that she dreamed everything, she gave

herself completely and for all time, as reality

was some aircraft that returned us first to JFK

then to Brooklyn New York, where the most

mystical trees blossom blowing over Bay Parkway

where the winds from the bay shore are begging for

understanding as homeless for coins.

She said that she read some words in that nightmare,

then she dreamed me dead. “What can we do with this

dream?” she asked. “Should we wake up immediately?

Can waking take back what happened to us?”

I tried to answer but the birds started to sing,

I didn’t say a word, she stopped crying.

We both were listening to the bells of Brooklyn

temples early in the morning ringing in the distance

and her face under the morning lights blond gold.

Maybe I dreamed this, everything, does that mean

that am I alive? Does that mean it didn't happen?

I dreamed everything, her story became my story,

my story her story, she lay beside me closer,

my hand grazed the skin of her shoulder.

I clearly remember I was alive in her dream.

Why she saw me dead I don’t know.

I didn’t die, not here, not anywhere,

but does it must happen in the world

to be real? if something happens in the dream

especially in nightmares, it happens

completely, finally,

only the moment of awaking can reverse it

that is why the winds from the bay shore

always are begging for understanding.