The Taste of Dreams
My mind savors the flavors of the night:
To taste the darkness, bitter and spicy,
Soft, caressing my palate precisely,
Now made mellow by the absence of light.
Crave a nibble, a sweet to nosh awhile,
Or feast of fancy to sate a vast void?
Seek a reverie, fantasia employed
To enchant a dream, perception beguile —
Peppery, piquant, giving fulsome zest
To fanciful fare, prepared to extremes,
Exclusively enjoyed in lavish dreams;
A bounty apportioned for but one guest.
A nightly repast that’s just what it seems:
The flavorful festival of my dreams.
The banquet of my dreams can sometimes leave me with mental indigestion and a bad taste in my memories.