THE LASTING IMPRINT

I wake up to the shadow of a hand tapping on the windowsill
It is sudden accompanied by a sharp shrill

Setting my thoughts in motion it disappeared once I was up
Was I hallucinating? Or was it the effect of the late teacup?

Months later I was in aircraft and the event repeated itself
This time it was an imprint on the oval surface, which it seemed to engulf

Years later I still see it in my dreams and wake up perturbed
It does not seem harmful yet I get disturbed

Is it some divine interruption? Or just another of those?
Would it be ever guiding me? Or just a chance that found me close?

To these questions I find no answer
Or rather I think I won't ever find an answer…