Loud men voice woke me up
when I led the last eye-close from a warm bed
A world I knew in my deadly days
Of Whom strangers is mine strangers alive
and friend of my fierce face
Only memory have I choose
as in a choice of no choice I was two
Fighting men I do not know
Tearing heart of several men
In a time of times
I am through with a dream
Dreaming the dream of a dream
And at once, smiling off a voice
stealing the attention
and turn the time as mine
Aside it beside the side of signs
Day is always an enemy and a friend
Ebi Robert
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-585/
