Uncanny Feeling

It was a strange experience
coming out of the body
to understand the death.
 
And I watched a train
whistling by―
then I understood,
 
time will not wait for me.
I started running
against the moon―
 
to forget the empty dream,
catching a fever.
I am still burning―
 
in grass, collecting
the dew, falling
from the misty night.