hadsuchastrangedreamlastnight.

i dreamt-
that there was in this quaint european village
where people lived in houses made of
stained glass windows-of soft brown and
orange undertones.

i remember seeing a bakery-such a grand one-
with clouds of white fresh clouds billowing from
its chimney-scented with the buttery smells of
freshly baked rolls and assorted cakes.

the view of the sunset could be seen
from the breath-takingly decorated ballroom
an eternal beauty of the significance
of the end of day-
and the start of the night.
two interchanging but never
intertwining elements-
and-

as if to prove my importance and purpose
in my dream-
i was ballroom dancing.
twirling-sashaying-with
one in a flawless white carvet
matched perfectly with a hint of
ceremonious orange and gold-
the theme of the day.