sleepwalker

I was watching the golden sunset
with my family at my penthouse.
That evening was lovely
with vivid colors all over the horizon,
like an artist drawing spectacular scenery.

Suddenly, I heard a distant voice cry for help ...
I was sure it was my sweetheart,
the one I loved more than myself.
Oh God! Now she was in the street...
Maybe her parents threw her out again
Somebody was hurting her; I could hear cries for help
They were multiplying!

I felt all over my body
a sudden electric impulse to rescue her.
Before I jumped down from the third floor,
I held the window for a split second,
my head spinning like a propeller.
I looked down:
The people were walking as usual.
I was whispering to myself ...
My family stared at me as if I were a sleepwalker.