Delusion
The hamlet is shrouded with dense fog.
The lamps on posts lined on street sides,
all in English style like the ones in Hyde's park.
Oh, how I adore these English thing.
I could just imagine tonight Dr. Jekyll
would emerge from fog with his horse drawn cart.
Horse' footsteps I could clearly hear--
I shake my head and squint my eyes.
Must I be dreaming, illusioning or imagining
the English neighborhood of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Up the tree, a nocturnal black bird squawks
The lamps flickering like Saint Elmo's fire.
From a far distance, the horse-drawn cart and rider
emerging from fog,
The horse' footsteps getting closer and closer,
But horse-drawn cart and rider... nowhere in sight.
