DREAMING DOORWAYS
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?
Dreaming Doorways: Pastel on Paper
© Dawn Whitehand 2012
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