Dreamer
I dreamt of black coats and brass handles,
of the creaking steps of new shoes,
echoing in a vaulted, vacant hall,
an odor of roses and lilies mixed
like sweetened wine simmering hot,
of shattered light through cobbled panes,
spattered marbled splotches on a tiled floor.
I dreamt of faces, grim in scrutiny
-sad reflections on a rippling pond,
of white satin’s arctic touch
-as well as of silence on my lips.
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