Dreams of opulence,
Lacy dresses, Silken shoes,
Filled my night slumber,
An early morning storm the backdrop.
Crashing thunder and pelting rain,
Bouncing rhythmically off the tin roof,
Became a sparkling expanse of water,
A glorious view from an extravagant balcony,
Mahogany and crystal,
A grand mansion, Number 10,
I don’t know where,
I don’t know when,
A past life?
Or somewhere in the recesses of my mind?
© Dawn Whitehand 2012