By: Amoureax Amant
She woke up from nightmare in the guesthouse,
watching distant bonfire shone like lighthouse,
perhaps she was in another nightmare,
so bonfire she lit in dream, still shone there.
She walked like chilled night wind passed through her house,
coming toward bonfire burnt near her spouse,
perhaps bonfire warmed spouses and chilled night air,
so her husband came there and lit bonfire.
In the darkness she saw another her,
who sat there, leaned on her husband's shoulder,
as though she was a ghost wandered in town,
as though the spouses couldn't see her on lawn.
In dawn she woke up in guesthouse again,
as though she returned where nightmare began.