Tonight the moon is red,
The color of the dress I wore in my dread.
I dreamt last night of snow,
Like old days that had glow.
Schools were closed for the sting.
My mother and I did sing.
We walked in the snow;
Holding each other’s hand and flow.
We were laughing, don’t know why!
I was the child, she was my eye!
We talked about nothing real.
She was laughing, her hard life she did deal.
We tried not to fall, but we did;
And rolled and rolled, not getting rid-
Of our laughter! We had fun, we surely did!
… Then a sound awakened me from sleep;
I went to the day I wore red dress, red and deep.
I was walking somewhere unknown.
No one could see me, I was alone.
I became a without body soul.
Sounds that filled my ears were dull.
Never heard a loving sound;
Returned to my dreams bound.
I saw again the coming moon.
The moon was red, coming soon.
I was invisible like air.
Could see my reflection in window’s wear!! …