The prophecy spoke of changes, strange times ahead
Of a girl with monochrome eyes, shades of black and white
I immediately thought of a mixed up yin and yang
I read the text three times, underlined before the week ends
With no idea who sent it, I dismissed it
My mind retained the thought of such strange eyes
I barely slept that night.
How can my mind slip in and out of dreams so fast?
So many black and white movies
As I moved from one to the other
There was no interaction, which was strange for me
I felt invisible.
The last dream before waking
There she stood on the clean white sand, blue seas behind her
The sun setting, walking towards me
A black and white cut out, shining through a heat haze
I felt as though I looked through strange glasses
This last dream stayed with me all the way to the store
I needed coffee
There she stood outside with yin and yang eyes
My cardboard cut-out
Advertising a new black and white barley twist
She wasn’t there yesterday, so who had sent the text?